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tmi - august christopher lyrics

[beatboxing]

[?]

[verse 1]
mo’ money
mo’ problems
take yo’ ass home
you can whine and moan
to your friends at death row
i got no money and more problems
then you’ll ever know
save the story for
your b*tches and your hoes
[?] figure ya’ll bunch a rookies
guitars playing hooky
why don’t you stick that cookie
and stick it up my ass (yeah!)
stick it up my ass (yeah!)
is that how you pimp with
your [?] f*cking champ?
[chorus]
too much information
is clouding my head

oh!

[verse 2]
i don’t want no scrub
a scrub is a girl who won’t sing her song for me
plus i got a house to burn down
right to the ground
and take all my money
but that’s okay
it’s like i’ve said before
i ain’t gon’ ride the ride anymore
i got my own d*mn tv screen
so go home
and rewatch your mtv

[chorus]
too much information
is clouding my head
all the gods frustration
must you raise the dead
you got to raise the dead
[beatboxing]

[verse 3]
(?)
you’re the only woman around
only girl in town
as he turns to give the crowd (as he turns to give the crowd)
a (?) smile
just before he dives into a glass of water
50 feet below

rising
keep on rising

[verse 4]
as i walk under your views of good and evil
i will create my own unique design
as i design under your views of good and evil
i will build my own unique design
as i live under your values of good and evil
i will cherish my own unique design
as i slave under your powers of good and evil
i will strengthen my own unique design!

[chorus]
too much information
is clouding my head
all the gods frustration
must you raise the dead
you gotta raise the dead!

- august christopher lyrics

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