Gorgeous

By Don Rello

On 1996

Released on July 27, 2015

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[Verse 1]

I'm drop dead gorgeous, pretty as a morgue is

If your mother bought a house

You know that Don'll pay the mortgage

Can't afford it, snorting with a rolled-up dollar bill

Boat without a sail, I'm floating, hot as hell

How's it feel to be the one that always fails?

My trials and tribulations'll earn me a record deal

Eat a steak while my servant'll pay the bills

Ain't worth it to be this ill, cause I'm nervous of being killed

Still - I need a fill-up at the Shell station

I think Adele's waiting, but I got my cell taken

For face-timing with a naked dime

And I'd do anything to make her mine and

I bought that lady eight-carrot diamonds

Come to find, she got a penis and her name was Ronnie

That's just some really lame timing

Came into the game with an emphasis on rhyming, but

I've been thinking 'bout the time it took - 3 years

Shit, I should've been in Hollywood

Wish I had a manager like Pac had Suge

I ain't end up getting shot, but I'm popular


[Hook]

I'm Kobe Bryant with that fadeaway

To you it seems amazing, but to me, that's just my day-to-day

I greet the devil's face with a friendly shake

Told me keep my distance when I hit the gates

I'm Kobe Bryant with that fadeaway

To you it seems amazing, but to me, that's just my day-to-day

I greet the devil's face with a friendly shake

I told him keep his distance when I hit the stage


[Verse 2]

I sink my teeth into your daughter's neck

You bounced a check and now I'm here to make her proud again

I think I'll douse her leg after the count of ten

Check the back of her trousers to track my foul offense

I'll admit to feeling sour every now-and-then, that's how it's been

When all of my friends compare to powerful men

Since when the fuck could you tell me how my hours are spent?

Shout out to the pen in my fingers when I'm bouting with dread

Level with my conscience 'fore I bite your arm off

I'll call your momma, hot as a Korean sauna

I'll take the meanest sawed-off to go and meet your barber

He got you thinking that that line-up got you neat and proper

You see the problem?

You're popping what was not prescribed

Caught you by surprise

Now you're blinded by your watered eyes

I think I oughta' try battling life itself

My life is hell, all while living in the bible belt


[Hook]