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Princess Superstar

Genres: Hip-Hop

I'm So... Lyrics - Princess Superstar

Woke up one morning, I was really depressed 

That kinda day when gettin' dressed 

Is like the hardest fuckin' thing that you could ever imagine 

Suckin' hard, yeah, I was cold tragin' 

 

So I tried to make myself feel better 

Called up Kim and then I met her 

'Cuz she always makes me feel just a little bit stronger 

And I needed advice, wonder if I was wrong for 

Splittin' with my baby, it was almost two years 

Which is a lot you know in dog years 

 

But anyway, I wrote enough songs about him in our day 

So I'm gonna stop now and put it away in the back of my brain 

And tell you 'bout the other shit I have to complain about that day 

 

Picked up the guitar, tried to play 

Couldn't get past the chord A 

And E and C and fuck, it was boring 

All of a sudden there's a knock at the door and it was my old neighbor 

 

Who wakes me up every mornin' 7:30 a.m. 

Ridin' her exercycle blastin' lite FM 

But she tells me I gotta keep it down 

I give up, I'm so down 

 

I hate where I be livin' on Clinton Street 

The other day I saw a dead guy lyin' under a sheet 

And these 14 year old pushers tryin' to sell me dope 

And the fuckin' salsa music I can't even cope 

 

I used to really love livin' on the lower east side 

But when I walk down the street, "Yo pussy need a ride?" 

Is what I hear from every mac muthafucker givin' hassles 

Yo punk, I ain't a stripper, you see some tassels? 

 

Crawlin' all over the apartment are cockroaches and moths 

And my ex-boyfriend says I act like David Lee Roth 

All these record labels calling but they don't produce the cash 

Yo boy, shave that goatee and uh, then call me back 

 

I'm working two different jobs and I'm always fuckin' broke 

Eatin' tofu everyday and uh, maybe a coke 

Feelin' down, feelin' bad, feelin' slow like a turtle 

Come on, get me off the mike 'cause I'm frontin' like Urkel 

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