ALL ABOUT THE PERIOD. by kid c. Lyrics
[Verse]
Spelling kid c. without the capital letters is fine
But don't ever forget the period, oh, I won't let ya
I know I've been joking around and I know better
I ain't rich but oh, I'm funny like a kitten made of leather
Guess I've got nine lives, take away one, add five
Reverse the number, add it to the second month, I feel alive
Wanna know a dream of mine cause I ain't 'gon tell ya
Oh, I love lying, I'm better than me and you put together (hey)
Oh, that's the truth, you know I'm killing it like "who knew?"
I wonder too, I'm contemplating like John Wilkes Booth
I hover over the beat, oh, son, I plan it, yeah
You know you bothering me when you don't crank it, yeah
Pull out the camera, the paparazzi say cheese
Cause I'm a rapper, reverse, unfunny "got, !nutz deez"
I hate myself, retracting statements that I regret
Now I'm attracting all the anger, I forseen it
I feel like I'm on fire, wait for my recovery
I'm making marks like I'm not tired, hungry or horny
But if you know Corey then you know that describes me
I want a girl, a lady that I can call my wifey
"If I ask nicely, will you follow/like, please?"
No, I won't, you E-I-owe your motherfucking life me
Damn, boy, I dunno I'll play coy
My life's a story but it's boring? Well, you play with damn toys
OOOOOH, I know that sucks so just ignore it
My bars have got you snoring? Your bitch asking for more kid?
Damn, I think I'll end it here but don't go
You'll meet your DOOM, I'll raid your tomb, I'm out of here, now let's go
Spelling kid c. without the capital letters is fine
But don't ever forget the period, oh, I won't let ya
I know I've been joking around and I know better
I ain't rich but oh, I'm funny like a kitten made of leather
Guess I've got nine lives, take away one, add five
Reverse the number, add it to the second month, I feel alive
Wanna know a dream of mine cause I ain't 'gon tell ya
Oh, I love lying, I'm better than me and you put together (hey)
Oh, that's the truth, you know I'm killing it like "who knew?"
I wonder too, I'm contemplating like John Wilkes Booth
I hover over the beat, oh, son, I plan it, yeah
You know you bothering me when you don't crank it, yeah
Pull out the camera, the paparazzi say cheese
Cause I'm a rapper, reverse, unfunny "got, !nutz deez"
I hate myself, retracting statements that I regret
Now I'm attracting all the anger, I forseen it
I feel like I'm on fire, wait for my recovery
I'm making marks like I'm not tired, hungry or horny
But if you know Corey then you know that describes me
I want a girl, a lady that I can call my wifey
"If I ask nicely, will you follow/like, please?"
No, I won't, you E-I-owe your motherfucking life me
Damn, boy, I dunno I'll play coy
My life's a story but it's boring? Well, you play with damn toys
OOOOOH, I know that sucks so just ignore it
My bars have got you snoring? Your bitch asking for more kid?
Damn, I think I'll end it here but don't go
You'll meet your DOOM, I'll raid your tomb, I'm out of here, now let's go