Plastic Lyrics

Prince, sing another song, it's written on your face

Instead I put pressure on the whole damn place

I never liked running through the crowd with no proof

So now I gotta flex in the steps of the truth

Forever hearing Prince has to stick to his kind

Prince make a love song about a tech 9

I thought Prince be had to be Prince be

Yet they wanna riff when they find I disagree

With that dog eat dog, I'm a get mine

Even if I'm stepin' on your frame of mind

You can ring things where the ringin' things at

But Prince be thinks it's widdack

So now I'm accused of spikin' the punch

And I'll be the scapegoat for fakin' the funk

But when they set up another prime time beef

What's hard at first but melts in the heat

They call that plastic, what

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what

Shake it up over here

Plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic

Lord, what they wanna serve me now

A cup of dried rainbows and a dark cloud

You wanna picture me as you well, no way

See I'm into innovations okay

Don't you know they itchy itchy me

When they itchy itchy you

Passin' off the mic through the kissy kissy crew

What else can display through a mind that's foul

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I refused to be used as an under cover clone

Or even bad to the bone

Nocturna caps an, uh oh, persona

That calculate traits that do what you wanna what

Tic toc me for the crazy fliz

Do you really want to know what a sellout is

Did you ever see a feather that could break a nut

They melt every time you heat'em up

Because they're plastic, what

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what

Plastic, y'all, hit it, plastic, what

Shake it up over here

Plastic, plastic, plastic, plastic

I don't know hip hop, what's this?

What's this? You know but what's this?

What's this? See what I'm sayin'

Save the snakes because you can't find me

You treat me right, I'll be good to you

Whatever's clever for the scapegoat's toys

The most superficial, sacrificial

Interincarnational costume ever

And that's called plastic and that's foul, plastic

I'll be the scapegoat, plastic and that's foul, plastic

I'll be the sellout, plastic but that's foul, plastic

I'll be the wick wick wack, plastic but that's foul, plastic

Plastic

Plastic

Plastic

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