M0j0 x Killed By Kindness - Jordan Belfort (feat. Nate Lemons) Lyrics

I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with
When they playin' me out to my own love song
I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with
And the cables that you trip on
I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with
When they playin' me out to my own love song
I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with
Never getting the words wrong
They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song

Disrupt the power, but don't disrupt the peace
Got me weak to my knees like a dog in the heat
And his ripped jeans are unraveled at the seams
But I marvel at his tattered self-esteem
And he's got me around his finger
And this cool breeze begins to linger
All around me, eventually I'm drowning
Hiding in a place, you thought you found me

I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with
When they playin' me out to my own love song
I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with
And the cables that you trip on
I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with
When they playin' me out to my own love song
I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with
Never getting the words wrong
They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song

Fly on the wall, pen to the pad, foot to the gas
If you messing with my vision, put you out on your ass
The pandemic is over, but people wearing a mask
While I rip mine off, while I write these songs
Me and M0j0 pounding on our chests
Like apes, King Kong, like apes, King Kong
Yeah, like apes. King Kong, uh

I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with
When they playin' me out to my own love song
I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with
And the cables that you trip on
I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with
When they playin' me out to my own love song
I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with
Never getting the words wrong
They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song

Best song bumpin'
I been in the kitchen with the British making crumpets
They lettin' me cook and they ain't even saying nothin'
Pardon my Dutch, but I been "neuken in de keuken"
Pardon my French, but I'ma throw you in the f*cking street and use a Hadouken
Playing games and you're being a nuisance
I'm on all of the big shows; my name changed, no longer "M0j0"
It's "Tru", I've been living like Truman
Take the pen, I'm jotting it down
Jogging around, clear head, sweating it out
Messing around, purebred
Catchin' strays like I work for the pound
Keep my name out your mouth, check my bank account; it's pure bread
Same color as the eggs and the ham (green)
Same shit, like they kissin' my ass (geez)
While they drink to the past in a rose-colored glass
And they drove so fast, they broke their foot on the gas
And I'm gone
What you doin'? Let me see
Keeping all the secrets, I don't wanna make a scene
Keeping all the little problems to yourself
Lock them in a bottle and it makes you wanna
Makes me wanna, makes you wanna (Ahh!)
Makes you wanna shout
Shaking up the bottle, you don't wanna let 'em out
Keeping all the little problems to yourself
Don't wanna make a scene
What you doing? Let me see

I'ma sell you the pen that I wrote the verse with
When they playin' me out to my own love song
I'm a fly on the wall that you rehearse with
Never getting the words wrong
They hear me walking out to the sound of my best song