it Yeah They're gonna love me Ahem I mean us! Red carpet, rose bouquets, crowd waiting back stage I'm with her, don't stop me, I'm not the paparazzi Invitations
the stool A little bruise to lose demure a staple cut and dry In the sink dissection decimation is the rule In determining direction acting agent act
let our profit s go to waste All that's left in any case Is Advertising space Through your eyes The world was burning Please be gentle I'm still learning
a lie, Out here livin' a lie, I'm out here livin' a lie, Why what makes you smile seem to make you cry I'm out here livin' a lie, I'm out here livin
Work hard every day - because I've got to eat And every day the politicians recline in the seat Of the government corruption and the Political waste
Mister secret agent man Running around the globe He carries a knife and dagger He carries a gun and sword Don't ask him who is he fighting Or who is
with Esti Ginzburg Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa Alessandra Ambrosio, Anja Rubik Get Olga Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak boo I'm wilding, I'm
like the more money we come across The more problems we see Uh, uh, B.I.G., P O P P A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap
my pimp?" Or farther down Sunset where the tricks all cruise Oh dear God don't say that I'm your manager, your boyfriend, you're agent, your mack Now I'm
and fuck it all dog Love being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way, some how some way I'm
you gon (miss me a little when I'm gone) [Fabolous] Drizzy voice, now I'm ghost baby four door Rizzy Royce tryna work it out might be a bad business choice I'm
tires I'm sittin up high killin them like mike Myers. White racin stripe loud racin pipe I'm comin down the block hald Asian dyke. I be M.I.A I neva
'm red hot, I'm on my third six but the devil I'm not My Jesus piece flooded but thou shall not covet Keep your eyes off my cupboard I'm a bad motherfucker
The FBI and the local Sheriffs State Troopers Two agents were killed and one Indian was murdered Three of us were charged with the deaths of the FBI agents
and I'm waiting To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring She wears a 2-way, but I'm not quite
body And you know I'm satisfied I drive my Mini Cooper And I'm feeling super-duper Yo they tell I'm a trooper And you know I'm satisfied I do yoga
the software, hard drive, CD ROM We got the exploitation.com We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone The media, the message "You are what you own" We got the agent
suitcases; where everything's on a need-to-know basis; agents got that swagger; everyone so cloak and dagger. i'm feelin' nervous but i'm really kinda