Response to N*E*R*D's Everyone Nose Remix

Hey hey... I've been listening to N*E*R*D's Remix of Everyone Nose ftg Kanye, Lupe and Pusha T a lot lately and whilst writing my usual stuff, decided to stray away from the serious stuff and have a little fun by writing a response to the boys' lyrics. I wrote this ages ago and wrote the end of the response to Pharrell first and I guess the rest just came out... remember this is just fun!

Everyone k(nose) this song (get it?) and if I could sing, I'd probably record it but I can't so these are just lyrics... enjoy :0)

[My] Response to Everyone Nose Remix

Hey K, I ain't got any black inside me
Don't know if I want some (want some)
I know I got a right to do whatever I like
But see, I got the right one that right one
Sydney's always the flyest
We don't rate as the shyest
Not drinking diet coke
I ain't on any diet
She bat she bat her eyelids
I ain't that girl that's so wired
It's true I'm so tired, but yes, I'm on fire!
Hundred dollar bills, look at me look at me
A hundred dollar bills, do you like what you see?
Not like Paris Lindsay Britney, Mary-Kate and Whitney
I'm telling you I'm clean, so hey just once listen to me!

[Chorus: All of ya'll standing in the line for the bathroom x3]

I left my boy at home
I said I'm at my sisters
Me and my girlfriends wrong
We're with you taking pictures
I gotta tell you something
I ain't spending Daddy's cash
'Cause he almost lost it all
In the economic crash
One down to sit, one trying to leave
Just lettin' you know, I wear my heart on my sleeve
It's clear as black and white, like my English essay
You may be per-sis-tent,
But sorry, this just ain't your day
You said to think about my future
But can't do that tomorrow
Watcha talking about P?
My words you just can't borrow
I'm like, 'Hey Pharrell, I ain't tryna kill your mood
But I can't do the Star Trak sign
So hey, watcha gonna do?'

[Chorus: All of ya'll standing in the line for the bathroom x3]

Now I've got high hopes
[Of] just trying to say hi to you
Don't want the high life
And all the things you do
I know you're high rollin'
I know it's high stakes
But I'm still here, steppin' on no brakes
[You got it wrong Lu]
I'm not high-maintenance
I'm not high fashion
I'm not high-priced
I just got lots of passion
I've got my high heels, you've got your high tops
Making my way down to P's BBC shop
Can't tell you how it feels up on this high rise
There is no high score to claim a highlight
I've got my ipod pumpin' my iTunes
Come meet me tomorrow at 3 in the afternoon

[Chorus: All of ya'll standing in the line for the bathroom x3]

Now listen here Pusha T
You may be the king of coke with your powder crown
But all this talk of drugs
Is just making me to wanna frown
Seem's like you're a magnet to madness like Mr Cudi
Take a leaf out of his book and cool the profanity
Let me tell you something about myself
My feelings always seem to be left on the top shelf
Friends come to me for advice, not that I mind
But when they don't ask about me,
For some reason I feel undefined
They all seem blind, to what's really on my mind
Now I just have one question for you
Are you still in the car switching from lane to lane?
I'll join you in a heartbeat,
All you gotta do is call my name...

[Chorus: All of ya'll standing in the line for the bathroom x3]



Peace yo... I had fun writing this...