Your Old Droog We Like Ourselves Lyrics
We Like Ourselves by Your Old Droog
Me and Droog, you can't see us
You can't read us
You believe us?
You might as well believe in Jesus
Jesus, we too ugly, fuck us
Think you want us
Till you meet 'em
Then you dump us
Then you leave 'em
What's the reason?
We just mixed up
It's a city scene every season
I don't know what she sees in me
Never was cute, or had a reason to be
My beauty is enhanced by money like Russell Simmons
I'm a gremlin - only handsome to ugly women
Very fat chick, geriatric
And then severely handicapped, that's a hat-trick
On the ave with the rats and tryna catch vics
Still smoking - need a patch, pass it to Patrick
Laugh at it
Still kinda mad at it
You a bastard
A new addict
I'm clean-lunged
But be dumb about everything else
From the sea to the sun
And that's the homies from Coney
So you ain't even reaching the beaches
Till it's December, yo we freezin'
Winter we be grilling, summer we be cheesin'
Spring, fall, we in between 'em
Can't see 'em, son came in strong
Now these restaurants inscribe my name in tongs (I'm eatin')
Had next for too long
Went from WIC checks to getting me and Wik' checks for this song
Royalties - mechanical ones for my mechanics
It's all semantics
You losers getting on with some antics
I'm just busting my gun, son
And got a smoking addiction that Chantix can't fix
Everyone dumb wanna be like we
Sue like we, look like we
We like drugs, all you gotta know man is
We like we, and y'all not us
All I know some rush from the cyclone, we like we
And all these corny motherfuckers wanna be like me
Everyone dumb wanna be like we
Sue like we, look like we
We like drugs, all you gotta know man is
We like we, and y'all not us
All I know some rush from the cyclone, we like we
When we head to head we got speed
You know, every time when you in the studio, which is good, about recording is that um,
It's therapy, you know. I always wanted to scream and curse so, you know
Instead of going out here and taking it out on someone else,
Its' good to go in the vocal booth and just scream and get it out, um
You know, curse, it's like a form of therapy
You can't read us
You believe us?
You might as well believe in Jesus
Jesus, we too ugly, fuck us
Think you want us
Till you meet 'em
Then you dump us
Then you leave 'em
What's the reason?
We just mixed up
It's a city scene every season
I don't know what she sees in me
Never was cute, or had a reason to be
My beauty is enhanced by money like Russell Simmons
I'm a gremlin - only handsome to ugly women
Very fat chick, geriatric
And then severely handicapped, that's a hat-trick
On the ave with the rats and tryna catch vics
Still smoking - need a patch, pass it to Patrick
Laugh at it
Still kinda mad at it
You a bastard
A new addict
I'm clean-lunged
But be dumb about everything else
From the sea to the sun
And that's the homies from Coney
So you ain't even reaching the beaches
Till it's December, yo we freezin'
Winter we be grilling, summer we be cheesin'
Spring, fall, we in between 'em
Can't see 'em, son came in strong
Now these restaurants inscribe my name in tongs (I'm eatin')
Had next for too long
Went from WIC checks to getting me and Wik' checks for this song
Royalties - mechanical ones for my mechanics
It's all semantics
You losers getting on with some antics
I'm just busting my gun, son
And got a smoking addiction that Chantix can't fix
Everyone dumb wanna be like we
Sue like we, look like we
We like drugs, all you gotta know man is
We like we, and y'all not us
All I know some rush from the cyclone, we like we
And all these corny motherfuckers wanna be like me
Everyone dumb wanna be like we
Sue like we, look like we
We like drugs, all you gotta know man is
We like we, and y'all not us
All I know some rush from the cyclone, we like we
When we head to head we got speed
You know, every time when you in the studio, which is good, about recording is that um,
It's therapy, you know. I always wanted to scream and curse so, you know
Instead of going out here and taking it out on someone else,
Its' good to go in the vocal booth and just scream and get it out, um
You know, curse, it's like a form of therapy