Mindless Self Indulgence

Mindless Self Indulgence - Frying Pan lyrics

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I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk

I'll never really know

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop

You'll never really know



Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother

Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes

This is the dope shit for me and my lady



I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk

I'll never really know

I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I won't stop

You'll never really know



Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother

Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes

This is the dope shit for me and my lady



Out of sight, out of sight

Out of mind, out of mind

Out of sight, out of sight

Out of mind, out of mind

Out of sight, out of sight

Out of mind, out of mind

Out of sight, out of sight

Out of mind, out of mind



I'm player hatin' ya'll so much so I can't talk

I'll never really know

Bam-bam



Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Nobody knows me 'cept me and my mother

Out of the frying pan, into my Mercedes

This is the dope shit for me and my lady

Lady, lady, ladies, ladies

Lady, lady, ladies, ladies


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