The Message Chris Travis

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[Intro: Julia Stiles]
I was doing just fine until you showed up
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much, it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even more so when you make me cry

[Verse 1]
Money go-getter
What's her name, I'll get her
Fuck the fame, just came
I'm a young Memphis nigga
In my Jordan flip-flops with my hair in a knot
With a knot in my socks
And my chest in a slot

Nigga
All I fucking know is sex, money, and to rob
In a all white charger looking like the fucking Rock
On the block with the pot
Looking hot
For the cream of the crop
Don't stop
Fuck a cop
Do it till your heart drop