Three Songtext
von Chill Bump

(Uh) recall being young and depressed
(Uh) would get beat up in recess
(Uh) started rap when I was a weak mess
I would rhyme to evacuate unreleased stress
(Uh) got good, left Mama′s sweet nest
(We) then toured, got money, we blessed
(Damn) my broad got double D breasts
We in the club poppin' all the bubbly left

(Yeah) we got passport stamps and visas
(Yeah) when we land we got fans to greet us
We just hang with mean ass bands and divas
Smoke grams of weed up ′til we have amnesias
(Yeah) we get tanned on sandy beaches
(Yeah) eat grand and fancy cheeses
Relax in suites that are damn prestigious
Too late bitch, you cannot have this penis


Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it
Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it

(Yo) used to set true barriers
(Yo) acted like our superiors
(Yo) never took us too serious
(Uh) could really feel a fool's weariness
(We) shine and tour now you cheer for us
(Yo) even buy a few beers for us
(What?) We meant to be friends? Well, you clearly just
(Fools) hypocrites and true idiots

Yeah bitch, you now adore me
But when I was a child you'd doubt me shorty
You ignored me when I was wild and horny
When all I could share was an ounce and 40
Well fuck y′all sevens, I′m out of your league
I'm with seven tens now in crowded orgies
Getting blown when stoned on Tylenol 3
Living life to the limit. These rounds are on me!


Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it
Stupid
You could have blown me but you blew it

You, you, you could have
You could have
You, you, you could have, you could have
You, you, you could have
You, you, you could have blow, blow me, blow, blow, blow, blow me
But you blew it, blew, blew, blew it
You, you, you could have blown but you blew it
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid