Paper from Bit by Sweetheart

“Paper”

by Sweetheart

Chorus
I got to get to the back, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I got to get to the back, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve
I got to get to it

Verse 1: Sweetheart
I Left you LIKE Karigador death MARCH of Bataan
But I’m prize pumpkin, biggest fan nanAnaNaa I’m Batman
I’m THAT man, I began to get to tall to tackle
A cat’maran, Johansen just never stratalled Manson
Younger now than first Detention, an all Natural mammal,
My caucasian dissuasion for tax evasion on Jimmy Fallan
Not to mention an Amarillian villain, whats fragile
You can see by my pension, Star Spangled Banner, chill in battle
But my early high school graduation checked differentials in the equation
You can see by my situation, by my station, my persuasion,
The point man, Montanan supplanter driven by Dublin decanter
Don’t need a facelift; just a Mike Chabot, an isopropanol, a control panel
And an manual to make it happen, the damage I handle, is acting
For example a scandal like every vandal, a preamble they can’t sample it cracking

Chorus
I got to get to the back, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I got to get to the back, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve
I got to get to it

Verse 2: Sweetheart
I deserve congratulations
For my abrasions on occasions
You can tell by my pursed lips
Supplies in the purses
Your God in reverse is
Desserts
My knack for personal attacks slash twisting a verse
Is a curse, and rehearsing it hurts.
Impurest internet search, my business:
Litmus was great but ambitious.
A burnout burning for a purchase,
Worthless like a hand reaching the furthest.
A lake disburses, Avernus. I furnish and purpose a pumice,
Volcanic rock bottom, the nurse back among us is far from the dumbest, Rodham.
I’m better than you. My toe touch, toe tuck, to my toe on toe shoe.
I went to take a peek, and found out it must be true: walk in coke like a gum shoe.
So hot you’ll need a thermos, “two scoops” and I’m not learning
A wide swoop, I’m spurning, returning for anyone I hit, just undiscerning

Chorus
I got to get to the back, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I got to get to the back, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve
I got to get to it

Verse 3: Sweetheart
Kicking it, killing flips. Mantra is take another hit
I get knocked down, but I get up again
Look I’m a “slam dunk every time”
Better get to the back of my line
See me smile all day long
See me waiting for no one
See where I can do no wrong
Never mind the thoughts and things I do for me
See what you can do for yourself
I got my hands in my pants and there ain’t nobody else planned
I’m my own biggest friend I’m my own biggest fan
I’m the prize winning pumpkin
You can see me smiling
Never too tall to tackle a task great as this
I got my hands in my pants
Don’t get yours in a twist
Tell you to talk about me but you already did
I’m on everyone’s minds
I’m on everyone’s lips
My heart is in the game to break but never crack
I got my own back, I get my own back back

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• bit
• bit album
• breana marin
• heart
• hearts
• heartz
• paper
• sweetheart
• sweethearts
• Jacksonville