The King And I

Album: ELVIS (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (2022)
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  • A-dooby-doo-doo-doo

    I roll up like the bottom of a toothpaste tube
    Blue suede shoes, one missin' a shoelace to it
    Two new chains, you can call me 2 Chainz
    Ropes hang like Hussein's noose (woo)
    Yeah, they let the fruitcake loose (yeah)
    And it goes, one, for the trailer park, two, for my baby ma
    Three, for the tater tots, four, if you ate a lot
    Five, if you came to rock, straight up while I'm shittin' on my comp'
    I'm about to use da John like Grey Poupon (Dijon)
    Money like a scroll, bitch, my paper long (yeah)
    Longer than it takes a blonde to put her make-up on (yeah)
    'Cause me and Elvis gel together like cellmates (hey)
    Yeah, this the jail house, bitch, and I don't give a

    And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
    I just wanna feel like a king today
    And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
    Middle fingers up (yeah), we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh

    Modus operandi, bottle of blonde dye (yeah)
    Top five since I discovered peroxide (what?)
    Yeah, since I got signed, I went from pot pies
    To Jack and the Bean (huh?), I'm watchin' my stock rise (woo)
    These little attention seekers, I'm finna treat 'em like diabetics (what?)
    Got 'em all on pins and needles (yeah)
    Just like Ozempic, meanin' (right)
    Give these little pricks the finger
    And when I stick this thing up
    It's higher than Wiz Khalifa (woo)
    Soon as he lit the weed up
    As I go pickin' speed up (where?)
    Like I was finna re-up (yeah)
    Rap is my new Vicodin, Suboxone is how I treat it (get it?)
    Still goin' toe to toe, I'm still boxin' with all my demons (yeah)
    But a couple of Xanny bars and I'm Danny Gar-, see ya
    Been stuntin' on you from the jump like Evel Knievel
    Back in the cut and stackin' chips up like a can of Pringles
    Sometimes I feel like Pete Rose (why?)
    I got so many hit singles (yeah)
    Bitch, I barely have any wrinkles (huh)
    You sleepin' on me like I'm ZzzQuil (woo)

    So I don't give a shit about a thing you say
    I just wanna feel like a king today
    And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
    Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh
    And it goes, one, for the trailer park, two, for my baby ma
    Three, for the tater tots, four, if you ate a lot
    Five, if you came to rock and you never gave a fuck
    Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh

    I stole black music, yeah, true
    Perhaps used it (for what?) as a tool to combat school
    Kids came back on some bathroom shit
    Now I call a hater a bidet (why?)
    'Cause they mad, but they can't do shit (ha)
    And I know I'm such a dick, huh? (Yeah)
    And it must be fuckin' with ya (yeah)
    To know I up and quit the (what?)
    Prescription drugs and liquor (yeah)
    And yet my buzz is bigger (wow)
    Still rappin' circles around you (yeah)
    Like a boa constrictor (break it down)
    Now, I'm about to explain to you all the parallels between
    Elvis and me, myself, that seems obvious, one, he's pale as me
    Second, we both been hailed as king, he used to rock the jailhouse
    And I used to rock The Shelter, we sell like Velveeta Shells & Cheese (woo, let's go)
    But y'all miss the meaner me, back when I had felonies
    That went over your head because you just fell on knees
    You just literally knelt to me, I used to have no self-esteem (yeah)
    I used to cry myself to sleep (what?)
    Honestly, I need doubters because you motherfuckers (yeah)
    Motivate me to make you look stupid
    Blievers, a little faith is all I seek from you
    All I need to do is hear you say the same shit my father
    Said to me when I was just a week or two
    "Marshall, I be leavin' you" (ha, stupid)
    No more Guinness Stout, but my belief in myself
    It once again is stout, so many world records, I'm Guinness'd out (huh?)
    Shit you say goes in and out (oh)
    My ear canal, so either my hearing's out

    And I don't give a shit about a thing you say
    I just wanna feel like a king today
    And if you don't like it, you can sit and spin
    Middle fingers up, we 'bout to do this shit again, uh-huh Writer/s: Andre Romell Young, Jerry Leiber, Luis Resto, Marshall B. III Mathers, Mike Stoller, Thomas DeCarlo Callaway
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, ME GUSTA MUSIC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Comments: 1

  • Bc from DallasI may be a little late but this is the best thing out. As a audiophile, the piano riffs. And then strings on a rap song. Well done Dr. Dre. Vicodan, Ozempic, Suboxone WOW!
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