Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich)

Buck 65 (Stinkin' Rich) - Pants On Fire lyrics

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Sky diver, your pants are on fire and the rest of your clothes is blowing 

And for some strange reason, your nose is growing 

My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling, 

jaws are dropping left and right 

Lost cause you came like a thief in the night 

With nice white teeth and a tight ass and long conversation 

Fascinating feeling to spend months in your company 

I never felt uncomfortable, even with my clothes off 

Chillin so hard, my ass almost froze off 

Everybody shows off and wants to look presentable 

But the fact of the matter is that accidents are preventable 

From the sound of the candy wrappers 

Down to the handicappers 

Everybody's got to exercise a little caution 

But every so often expect things to get hectic or 

Technically difficult and I begin to get skeptical 

Especially when the canadian bacon gets sizzlin 

Isn't it a sin when the ceiling is invisible 

We need new inventions that reveal peoples true intentions 

A portable pride protector, affordable lie detector 

The wild lifestyle has the tendency to intimidate 

But it isn't your invitation to imitate 

In front of my face, you spoke my gospel like an apostle 

But on the other side of town, you got coke in your nostril 

Just for example, we all want to live a bit 

Whatever, it's your body of water, why should I give a shit 



Who are you anyway, and where did you come from 

Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone 

The mask comes off, and your face fades away 

You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray 



Black and white rainbow, you know you ain't acting right 

Game show hostess, stabbing every back in sight 

The time has come thicker than blood 

And make no mistake, I'm a stick in the mud 

I'm a kick in your pants and I'm a lump in your throat 

And I'm the hassle in your castle, I'm going to jump in your moat 

Splash, hypocritical condition the hospital 

Makes this mission impossible 

Pretty much, I've got no patients left and as a physician or doctor 

It puts me in an awkward position 

No magician can trick me, or lick me with a cattle whip 

So what makes you think you can sink my battleship 

We ain't family, drama queen, the camera's rolling 

Show me your swollen memories before the moment's stolen 

Slow-motion Picasso, wearing the wool socks 

And coming with the full clip, I'm sick of this bullshit 



Who are you anyway, and where did you come from 

Dumdum, just when I thought I could trust someone 

The mask comes off, and your face fades away 

You radiate eighty-eight full shades of gray
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Language: English

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