Ol Gregg

I read a lot of BS, when will it end?
Cause something blurred the line between enemies and friends
They type a lot and babble every detail to each other
When really no one gives a fuck about your favorite color
Or what the hell your musical influence is
You can update your status like, «we get it in.»
But, nobody is special we all sucking wind
At the bottom of a bucket with a couple fucking ends
I don’t tweet shit, as for your opinion, you can keep it
I live in purgatory and my mindset is deep six
Hanging from the rafters, chucking fucking raffle tickets
Kick it with a group of fags and they don’t ask you where to stick it
The other day somebody said that we were well acquainted
I told 'em I don’t recognize you, sort of funny ain’t it?
Don’t take it personal, see I’m just going through a phase
And if not for IBZ I probably wouldn’t even have a page
Come on!
Look at my page homie, I’m so dead
They type a lot of shit on me homie it’s code red
I’m just a DBD with talent and no bread
But you know me, you love me, nigga I’m Ol' Gregg!
Brothers be yawning they wanna get more head
I peep it from afar then I egg them like go ahead
I’m just a ODB with talent and no bread
But you know me, you love me, nigga I’m Ol' Gregg!
Let me reiterate, I know nobody’s perfect
Like your status probably states, whichever way you want to word it
You’re dipping with your knee, but if you’re texting and you’re swerving,
you could kill somebody in traffic who probably didn’t deserve it
And if you’re listening, I know you’re gonna disagree
Switching lanes without a signal, thinking «Who the fuck is he?»
My touchscreen app is just a purple fucking key and you could download it for
free, if it was up to me
I guess I’m kinda square, I try to keep the circle small
I miss a friend or two that I could probably give a call
But I don’t ever feel the need to tell the world I’m at the mall,
take a bunch of ugly pics and post them on a fucking wall
Not at all see, I don’t sit back and wonder where do y’all be, shit if we need
to chop it up pick up the phone and call me
Whatever time of day, I’ll even answer out of slumber
Who I consider fam' already got the fucking number
Come on!