Chris Faust - The Daily Bugle lyrics

rate me

And I’m living la vida loca

Smoking the finest …

Buying up all my wonders

Fucking the baddest women

And paying off all my henchmen

Staying up on my callies

Cruising up in this rally

Pissing off all the preachers

And … on all my teachers

Saying that we are creatures

But … trying to reach us

Paper stacked to the ceiling and

They say crime pays

I guess I’m still in for this feeling

Black in the blacker music,

Back on the back I shoot it

She showing me how to use it

We stay…and I’m clueless

I’m waiting for my …

Tricking for all my…

She say that I’m a…

I tell her that my mouth will always go right in the center

That’s why I never lock out

Fuck is these niggers …

They sour cause I got cloud surgery,

Doctor Faust, cause … are scalpels

For money I route …

Travelling in different places, and … I laces

I’m bad when it comes to faces,

You said we met in…

Chandeliers on ceiling, I’m just trying to make a living

Trying to make a million

Damn, just a motherfucker villain

Ah, this is a graphic life I’m living

Trying to choose right while surrounded by these women

And drunk more nights party time that’s how I’m feeling

When the sun don’t shine, cause the champagne bottomless

Charge it to the game cause we don’t fuck with no novices, nigger

We living our Martin Luther, a target of my life

I’m just trying to find my shooter

On my Brooklyn I’m change the way we see the fucking future

A king or ruler, the villain or the hero

I guess it’s wrong if you trying to stack a couple zeros

A phantom of the beamer

The streets of the cleaners

You say that you don’t make it till a nigger tries to be you

Now everybody’s evil, they cool up in a box

Never dreamed about these millions

They bitching about some bills and

They say that crime pays

Guess I’m still in for this feeling

That’s the life that I was given, Faust

Just trying to make a living

And just a motherfucker villain, villain, ah

And it’s kinda cool to be the bad guy

Fast lanes I be driving 7 9 and …

Red eyes with my …

Neon blue and bright lights

Married to the game,

No never slip my name cause you might

Be thinking she is special, all she want …then I come flashing

I guess that’s why she hitting

I’m the one that she is smashing

Cause I don’t sweat the small shit

They say that crime pays

And I’m just trying to fat my wallets

By any means I’m …

And popping through the hood, steady lurking on the paycheck

Is how we do in Brooklyn

But a hook about a crook,

Breaking doors to leave my foot

And doctor Faust is living fast

I guess that’s why they call me villain.

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Thanks to nakrul