[Verse 1: Jay Gordon]
You're so lovely, thinking you're above me
You're just a couple of pretty boys spreading white noise
But everybody goes south when the truth comes out
If I handed you a map and the key to my brain
Would you take all the credit and crack the champagne
As you dwell in your cellars and your house of pain
I'll bring my army to your party and dance the night away
[Pre-Chorus: Jay Gordon]
And have a laugh while the pretty girl beats you down
With a sucker punch, down, down, down
[Chorus: Jay Gordon]
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
[Verse 2: Jay Gordon]
Won't you show me what you're really made of
What you're afraid of, everything to gain
Now you're so vain, go and yank your chain
If I handed you a map and the key to my brain
Would you rave about yourself and fake it all the way
To dwell in your cellars and your house of pain
I'll bring my army to your party and dance the night away
[Pre-Chorus: Jay Gordon]
And have a laugh while the pretty girl beats you down
With a sucker punch, down, down, down
Your shattered ego scattered all over the ground, ground, ground
[Chorus: Jay Gordon]
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
[Bridge: Crichy Crich]
It's Crichy Crich, biatch
Nah, I'm not the army to your party
Got a baddie sitting shotty when I'm whipping that Bugatti
Hold up, whoa, when we rolling down your block
Keep that thing cocked, stash box, looking for the cops
I'm fucking heavy artillery, we go hard with that shit
We don't take nothing from no one, I pull up with that stick
I gotta keep the fire on me like a flame on a BIC
I got some homies still in chains who do the same with that shit
Crichy!
[Chorus: Jay Gordon]
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
You're so lovely, thinking you're above me
You're just a couple of pretty boys spreading white noise
But everybody goes south when the truth comes out
If I handed you a map and the key to my brain
Would you take all the credit and crack the champagne
As you dwell in your cellars and your house of pain
I'll bring my army to your party and dance the night away
[Pre-Chorus: Jay Gordon]
And have a laugh while the pretty girl beats you down
With a sucker punch, down, down, down
[Chorus: Jay Gordon]
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
[Verse 2: Jay Gordon]
Won't you show me what you're really made of
What you're afraid of, everything to gain
Now you're so vain, go and yank your chain
If I handed you a map and the key to my brain
Would you rave about yourself and fake it all the way
To dwell in your cellars and your house of pain
I'll bring my army to your party and dance the night away
[Pre-Chorus: Jay Gordon]
And have a laugh while the pretty girl beats you down
With a sucker punch, down, down, down
Your shattered ego scattered all over the ground, ground, ground
[Chorus: Jay Gordon]
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
[Bridge: Crichy Crich]
It's Crichy Crich, biatch
Nah, I'm not the army to your party
Got a baddie sitting shotty when I'm whipping that Bugatti
Hold up, whoa, when we rolling down your block
Keep that thing cocked, stash box, looking for the cops
I'm fucking heavy artillery, we go hard with that shit
We don't take nothing from no one, I pull up with that stick
I gotta keep the fire on me like a flame on a BIC
I got some homies still in chains who do the same with that shit
Crichy!
[Chorus: Jay Gordon]
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
Don't look at me
'Cause I'll never be what you want me to be
You, you brought your army to your party but your fight is with me
( Orgy )
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