The King Of Cutting Corners Songtext
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The King Of Cutting Corners Songtext
King of cutting corners
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners
King of cutting corners
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners, yeah
Say you got a system
Well, then let's see how it works
′Cause nothing works better
Than my main method, baby, my main method
I′m the first one done
Last one to start
Cutting life's corners
Right in the heart
King of cutting corners
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners
King of cutting corners
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners
You can catch me flipping quarters when my work is done
You can catch me taking orders but my ears are gone
A system not followed, teaching not swallowed
Self pity in a sense, self inflicted reference
You can catch me flipping quarters before my work is done
You can catch me taking orders but my ears are gone
A system not followed, teaching not swallowed
Self pity in a sense, self inflicted reference
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners
King of cutting corners
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners, yeah
Say you got a system
Well, then let's see how it works
′Cause nothing works better
Than my main method, baby, my main method
I′m the first one done
Last one to start
Cutting life's corners
Right in the heart
King of cutting corners
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners
King of cutting corners
Yeah, I′m the king of cutting corners
Always been, always trying to make things shorter
I'm the king of cutting corners
You can catch me flipping quarters when my work is done
You can catch me taking orders but my ears are gone
A system not followed, teaching not swallowed
Self pity in a sense, self inflicted reference
You can catch me flipping quarters before my work is done
You can catch me taking orders but my ears are gone
A system not followed, teaching not swallowed
Self pity in a sense, self inflicted reference
Writer(s): Wyatt Shears, Fletcher Shears Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com