Form Of Flattery

(альбом: Terius Nash – 1977 - 2011)

I'm sorry I can't meet your approval
So please keep the hand claps
No need for a compliment
I can pat myself on the back
No dying for an award
You can keep the trophy
I could really care less
Whether any of y'all motherfuckers know me
Excuse my french, pardon me
I don't mean to steal your shine
Man I'll be in this sun for so long
Looking my way will just make you blind
All I need is the love
Cuz I can never have enough of that
You don't have to try to be the man
When you the man

See I'm embedded
And your fifteen minutes are almost up
Socialite
I wish you would roll up
Don't try me I'm not like him
Not like them
I wish you would roll up
I'm not him I'm not like them
Don't try me
I'm not better than that

Form of flattery
You say he sound like me
You say they sound like me
I don't need another whip
A nigga flying now
I see you in the shadow
In motion without a paddle
Stop acting like a girlfriend
Stop acting like a freshman
If you're surprised you're here
It means you shouldn't be here
No heart no glory
No pain no fear
It's one thing to be hot
But that don't make it a career

I'm embedded
And your fifteen minutes are almost up
I wish you would roll up
Don't try me I'm not like him
Not like them
I wish you would roll up
I'm not him I'm not like them
Don't try me
I'm not better than that
But I appreciate the form of flattery
Appreciate the form of flattery