I want to be an addict
I want to be a w***e
I want to be a headcase
With no apparent cure
I want not to be responsible
For the things I do and say
To be considered a mad genius
Cause the idiots I blow away
Oh
I'm all up in this girl whose
Husband is a cop
Should I stop
Hell no
Should I stop
Hell no
I want to be eccentric in the
Hughsian
Sense of the word
I want to be cooked up and filleted
Never to be served
I want to carry out coups
Military and the like
To kidnap royal daughters from
Big palaces at night
I want to do the things
They say can never be done
I want to pass every lesser car
In my lemans prepped mclaren F1
Should I stop
Hell no
Should I stop
Hell no
But I think I'm being followed
I get all skitchy it's hard
To swallow
Maybe I'm just wallowing
In self pity
Maybe it's just this psycho city
Or the fact that she's so
F**king pretty
I want the dealers to roll
Me fatties
Pimps pick me up in their in the
Mud caddies
Thugs lay down their gatties and
Battles
I want every last motherf**king
Bad guy to call me daddy
Who's your daddy
Who's your daddy
I wanna know yeah
You
You can call me daddy when
Daddy when
You
You can call me daddy when
Daddy when
Oh
Your daddy
