Locksmith - Fucking Idols lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Fresh out of the runway
Just flew into Houston,
Me and my cousin here till Sunday
Why you leavin' Sunday?
He say 'Loc, lemme explain'
Everybody come here for the strippers
Don't nobody watch the game
So we stand outside for thirty minutes
Waiting for our ride
You know flaky ass promoters
Never do pick you up on time
I just wanna get up in the room, maybe loom
Maybe kick back, watch a couple cartoons
Maybe orer food, maybe take a lap on the premises,
I was in the middle of the Genesis
Rebirth when I see skirts
I don't wanna beat a nigga due another ass
I just wanna finn a number of my favorite stash
But it's kinda difficult when woman ask
I know, vent to the venue
Right in the middle where they puttin' up the stage
A couple white nigga on the build I ain't faze
I don't give a fuck, but I betta get payed
So we hop in a rental when we ride on the block
Lookin' for another situation that could pop
Lookin' for another lil' smth we could notch
And a couple bad bitches, and my nigga wanna stop
So we stop
We walk with the tele, the lobby is packing, it's us
It's filled with bitches and strippers and baller and drug dealers
And she on my line like wassup
Whacha? Said I got a girl, 'I don't give a fuck'
Damn, I wanna leave, damn, I wanna stay
Damn, I wanna be the nigga that went astray
I don't wanna seem rude, I am not the kid to move
But you talkin' Ice-Cube, no Oshe
Oh, wait, oh, wait, how the fuck did I get in the scene?
The way that she starrin' is burnin' my jeans
My nigga like 'just take this one for the team!'
So I proceed with the proceeding while proceeding in with haste
She said 'follow me to the bathroom, I think we gon' need some space'
I said 'damn, you are assertive, you deserve to keep your chase'
She say 'nigga, why you blockin?'
Then I heard somebody knockin'
(Hook x2)
Fuckin' idols, we be fuckin' idols
She be fuckin' idols, man, all these fuckin' idols
(Verse)
I though I was outta clutches till I found I was tryna wet this
Gonna mount that amount to a mountain
And how she steps out of her husband
How she checks out when she's fuckin'
How she's in doubt when she's sufferin'
How they just had to chow, so the money in house is nothin'
But it's funny how spouse is someone that I though that I seen somewhere
But I can't put my finger on it
She say put yo finger here
I know it's misleading, dear,
But I can't have that wrong on me
And I looked at that face again and finally ?
'Ain't you the wife that I thought playa would top paper?'
Who retired from playn but as a child was my wallpaper?
But he moved to the midwest and got the house with the large acres
Came from endorsements to makin' money in all fazes
And facing her I can see, when I speak she's bored, idle
She needs some attention, I hide like fuckin' a formal rival
Maybe a foreigner thinkin' she's thinkin' idle
But I can't be the nigga to fuck the wife of the former idol
(Hook x2)
Fuckin' idols, we be fuckin' idols
She be fuckin' idols, man, all these fuckin' idols
