Cal Scruby - ERS lyrics

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Cal Scruby - ERS lyrics

[Verse 1: Cal Scruby] It's interesting Do you remember why you're here? They told me it's ERS And I can't rap about anything but Weed, Cars, Sex And if I talk about love They goin' to show love less And if I talk about money Then they say I'm up next So I'm down for the cause, for the blogs, and the media Fake style, fake rhymes, those are the ingredients Who could be the greediest? (What rhymes with greediest?) Superficial life style, civil disobedience And I don't even say sh** Try to find a content its buried under the beat and layin' in a coffin Carry over the beef and stir it in a pot With a little confidence and call that a concoction And give it to the fans I can feed em' outa' hand They don't care about the words Cause they only wana' dance But they memorize em' anyway Recite em' in a trance Makin' dollars off the music Without even makin' sense I don't really understand I'm just waist deep in the game Knuckle deep in the money And balls deep in the fame But to keep it one-hundred I got this sh** in the bank And I'm just gettin' paid I don't give a sh** what I say It takes thirty-four minutes just to write and record Fifteen for the verse and nineteen for the chorus I mislead with the words, you think I can afford A Benz when I'm in a 94 Honda Accord Of course my debut tape was hotter than my new tape Cause I don't really give a sh** It only took a few days Its cold sh**, new age Epitome a two face Like officer I'm innocent I just made the kool-aid So you can charge me with a tooth ache I sugar coated everything It's looking like a Soufflé I say I'm original and everything subliminal But really I just look a little different Like it's DVD to Blu-Ray But I got delivery I just need a due date My rhymes over head like newly wed bouquets I should probably double knot my shoelace I'm trippin' like a mothaf**a' livin' out a suitcase Wait, I'm feelin' better now Over the weather now And under the radar And I don't need no A&R I don't need no day job I just keep on k**in em' Feelin' better than good A right click synonym A you won't see Eminiem Yela, Mac, Asher Easy, Riff, Kels Stop namin' white rappers Race just ain't a factor you backwards ba*tards And If I really wanted I could make em' all Caspers

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