Dylan Soulard - 1999 lyrics

[Intro] (Nothing can bother me, but) I stay close to the edge so [Verse One] When I die don't cry, I done left behind a legacy Give it time You'll realize In mines I was a motherf**ing G In mines I was a motherf**ing G She say I'm still a kid on the inside But I don't take that as an insult I smile And play with this Mattel toy Her ex-friend, my brand new Bend-A-Hoe Now I'm Running through the city With a mirror 'cause I'm pretty Ask it who the flyest of em all It replies "Who the f** are you and why you talking to a mirror on a wall?" Timing's wrong again like Tick tick tick, Aww [Verse Two] Alright I'll cut out the goofy sh** But on a serious tip Here's some common sense Stop and sniff the roses Flip a couple copper discs In hopes of tearing open Fabric of magnum opus Pick apart the inside Like Peter and his peck of pickled peppers Find what makes sh** hot And sell a couple million records That's the dream ain't it? (Ain't it) Get the cream ain't it? (Ain't it) That's why you scheme ain't it? (Ain't it?) Handrub all day Plot all night boy All brrr no bite makes y'all some dull boys "Oh we got cash! Oh we got a**!" Claim bold n brash But belong in the [Bridge] Squidward: "How about this one? I call it 'Bold and Brash'!" Art Critic: More like belongs in the trash! Trashman:"Sorry, I must have missed that one" [Verse Three] I remember being 8, writing books Now I open up my pages Plow through chapters Peer through gla**es, take a look I remember being told I couldn't kick it with the cool kids and sh** 'Cause my gla**es And sh**, I remember back in cla** praying on some grab-a** As the teacher blabbed about some sh** I knew I'd never use Like abstract math Wishing I could cop a gun And blow my brains out into the bay Like St. Jimmy in Green Day Every single mother f**er I ever knew Telling me "Oh Dylan, you're weird, but like, in a good way!" Yeah I was weird but like, f** what you say And ain't sh** funny how ain't sh** changed And now St. Dylan bids y'all a nice life And a great Night