Sex and death
I've got both perfected
The way you dress
It's what I, I invented
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
Ah ah ah-ah
I'll change it up just to throw you off
Before we met you still believed in god
How the f*ck do you get by
Without your own, without your own mind
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
Ah ah ah-ah
The way you dress
It's what I, I invented
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
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Sex and death
I've got both perfected
The way you dress
It's what I, I invented
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
Ah ah ah-ah
I'll change it up just to throw you off
Before we met you still believed in god
How the f*ck do you get by
Without your own, without your own mind
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
Ah ah ah-ah
The way you dress
It's what I, I invented
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
I've got both perfected
The way you dress
It's what I, I invented
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
Ah ah ah-ah
I'll change it up just to throw you off
Before we met you still believed in god
How the f*ck do you get by
Without your own, without your own mind
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy
Ah ah ah-ah
The way you dress
It's what I, I invented
I've got what you want
You've got lots of 'tude
Don't speak back to me
I find it very rude
Easy-bake, heart-ache
You don't have a clue
Cos you've got nothing on me boy