CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Emily Dickinson
Would you rather be famous
And then forgotten forever?
Or live invisible now
But be always remembered
Hiding in your bedroom
Pen and ink on the pad
Playing with your pu**y
While you finger your a**
That's how I picture you
F**king yourself Anne Frank style
Hiding from these Nazis
If you saw me now you'd probably think
I should've done the same
Maybe could've kept our thoughts a secret
I bet it's why you dreaded them footsteps
Retards be creepin', hunting down anyone
Who makes them uncomfortable
So they can snuff them out
All we can do is lock the door
And rub one out, maybe three or four 'til the sun comes out
Cowards stay ducked down
Thinking they can run somehow
Can't hide behind your rhymes forever
I'mma show you how my c*m comes out
You freaky b*t*h
Lemme see that clit
Attention to detail
Painstaking, masturbating
Nah woman
This what we call slave-baitin' (Whoosh)
It may be gross but we both know
My f**kin' voice still gets you all wet
Lonely twisted girls
It's mrgirl here to set you off
You're screaming but I can't leave you alone
I should pack up my toys and just go
I see it, everything that you're tryna hide
You're disgusting inside
You're crying but I can't let you escape
I don't know if it's pleasure or pain
Can't have one without the other
So let's call 'em the same
They're calling it rape
But you just keep on callin' my name
We grew up on the same street
In Amherst on Main Street
I was 576 — you were 280
All those demons that my family went and put in my head
And when I sleep, death stands at the foot of my bed
Man, such wasted potential
Could've been a doctor or lawyer (Pediatrician)
But what if it's not real encouragement?
What if your mom's just a voyeur?
And your dad wants to live through you like some narcissist voodoo
But he's also threatened
So he cuts you down so hard it gets to you
So you use YouTube to keep yourself too f**kin' busy and dumb
You don't got nothin' to say
That way you don't upset anyone
Now you're obsessed with your looks
Really believing these crooks (Yeah)
You think you're rebelling by f**king not reading books
For every Emily we find, we throw ten in the trash
Yo, these Nazis keep telling me that they'll give me the gas
Throw me in the f**kin' oven like Sylvia Plath
Yeah this army of darkness is turning me into ash (F**k you)
When I got banned, did I quit? No
Have I killed myself? No
"You didn't mean it"
That's what I tell myself
What's your body count
For pushing people off the edge, makin' them plummet?
What's my count
For all the times that I brought 'em back from it, huh?
So b*t*h open the door, come out
This is it —
What I'm doin' it for
Whether you're a witch or you're a w****
This is a war (C'mon)
You can't stay hidden no more
A room of one's own is just a prison if you're afraid to leave
But baby girl, don't worry
I'm kidnapping you to make you free
You're screaming, but I can't leave you alone
I should pack up my toys and just go
I see it, everything that you're tryna hide
You're disgusting inside
You're crying but I can't let you escape
I don't know if it's pleasure or pain
Can't have one without the other
So let's call 'em the same
They're calling it rape
But you just keep on callin' my name
And then forgotten forever?
Or live invisible now
But be always remembered
Hiding in your bedroom
Pen and ink on the pad
Playing with your pu**y
While you finger your a**
That's how I picture you
F**king yourself Anne Frank style
Hiding from these Nazis
If you saw me now you'd probably think
I should've done the same
Maybe could've kept our thoughts a secret
I bet it's why you dreaded them footsteps
Retards be creepin', hunting down anyone
Who makes them uncomfortable
So they can snuff them out
All we can do is lock the door
And rub one out, maybe three or four 'til the sun comes out
Cowards stay ducked down
Thinking they can run somehow
Can't hide behind your rhymes forever
I'mma show you how my c*m comes out
You freaky b*t*h
Lemme see that clit
Attention to detail
Painstaking, masturbating
Nah woman
This what we call slave-baitin' (Whoosh)
It may be gross but we both know
My f**kin' voice still gets you all wet
Lonely twisted girls
It's mrgirl here to set you off
You're screaming but I can't leave you alone
I should pack up my toys and just go
I see it, everything that you're tryna hide
You're disgusting inside
You're crying but I can't let you escape
I don't know if it's pleasure or pain
Can't have one without the other
So let's call 'em the same
They're calling it rape
But you just keep on callin' my name
We grew up on the same street
In Amherst on Main Street
I was 576 — you were 280
All those demons that my family went and put in my head
And when I sleep, death stands at the foot of my bed
Man, such wasted potential
Could've been a doctor or lawyer (Pediatrician)
But what if it's not real encouragement?
What if your mom's just a voyeur?
And your dad wants to live through you like some narcissist voodoo
But he's also threatened
So he cuts you down so hard it gets to you
So you use YouTube to keep yourself too f**kin' busy and dumb
You don't got nothin' to say
That way you don't upset anyone
Now you're obsessed with your looks
Really believing these crooks (Yeah)
You think you're rebelling by f**king not reading books
For every Emily we find, we throw ten in the trash
Yo, these Nazis keep telling me that they'll give me the gas
Throw me in the f**kin' oven like Sylvia Plath
Yeah this army of darkness is turning me into ash (F**k you)
When I got banned, did I quit? No
Have I killed myself? No
"You didn't mean it"
That's what I tell myself
What's your body count
For pushing people off the edge, makin' them plummet?
What's my count
For all the times that I brought 'em back from it, huh?
So b*t*h open the door, come out
This is it —
What I'm doin' it for
Whether you're a witch or you're a w****
This is a war (C'mon)
You can't stay hidden no more
A room of one's own is just a prison if you're afraid to leave
But baby girl, don't worry
I'm kidnapping you to make you free
You're screaming, but I can't leave you alone
I should pack up my toys and just go
I see it, everything that you're tryna hide
You're disgusting inside
You're crying but I can't let you escape
I don't know if it's pleasure or pain
Can't have one without the other
So let's call 'em the same
They're calling it rape
But you just keep on callin' my name
