Comedy Gold! Sassy Security Guard Is Salty Over His Failed Rap Career
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At first glance at title of thread, thought it was about the security guard at the Sassy Angels building.
Everyone wants to get in on the act!
Yo, I’m livin’ like a king, got that high-rise view,
Diamonds in my teeth, and my U-mobile brand new,
Stock portfolio’s huge, I’m flexin’ with my cash,
Ladies love my style, yeah, I’m makin’ a splash.
Got a driver on the payroll, fo ma U-mobile luxury ride,
But behind all this glam, there’s nowhere to hide,
‘Cause the truth is, I’m chillin’ in a cardboard box,
Fakin’ all this wealth, while my heart just rocks.
I’m livin’ high, playin’ the part,
Got the world on a string, but it’s breakin’ apart,
Behind the flash, there’s a secret to unfold,
Hidin’ in ma box, with a story untold.
Talkin’ ‘bout the penthouse, where I claim to reside,
But in reality, man, I’m just tryin’ to hide,
From stackin’ bananas to stackin’ up the dough,
It’s a masquerade, and I’m playin’ the role.
Ladies all adore me, but they don’t know the score,
That I’m livin’ in a box, with my back to the floor,
Got a fake driver, drivin’ me through the streets,
While I’m dreamin’ of a world that’s just outta reach.
I’m livin’ high, playin’ the part,
Got the world on a string, but it’s breakin’ apart,
Behind the flash, there’s a secret to unfold,
Hidin’ in a box, with a story untold.
Got a million-dollar smile, but it’s all just a show,
Pretendin’ I’m a player, while the truth’s on the low,
Hidin’ in that cardboard, while I fake all the glam,
Prayin’ that the world won’t catch iszt a scam.
So I’m dancin’ in the limelight, with a fortune to flaunt,
But every day, I’m worried, that the truth’s gonna haunt,
From bananas in the grocery to this high-life claim,
I’m shakin’ in my boots, with a heart full of shame.
Livin’ high in pretense, while my real life’s a mess,
Hidin’ in that cardboard, man, I’m feelin’ so D'pressed,
So I’ll keep up the act, while the truth’s on the run,
Hidin’ from the world, till the masquerade’s done.
I’m livin’ high, playin’ the part,
Got the world on a string, but it’s breakin’ apart,
Behind the flash, there’s a secret to unfold,
Hidin’ in a box, with a story untold.
Yeah, I’m playin’ the role, but it’s all just a game,
From bananas to the Bentley’s, it’s a fragile flame,
So I’ll keep on pretendin’ till the end of the ride,
Hidin’ in my cardboard, with my secrets inside.
Here is tale from the past
It’s a real sad story, but I’m spittin’ the facts,
I was a rapper, yeah, I had a whole career behind the rack,
I was wrapping up big macs.
But then fate hit me with a greasy fry slip,
Went down hard, couldn’t keep up with the grip,
My career took a dive, now I'm tellin' the lore,
So if you doubt my hustle, just ask the manager at the Burger store.
Yo, I’m livin’ like a king, got that high-rise view,
Diamonds in my teeth, and my U-mobile brand new,
Stock portfolio’s huge, I’m flexin’ with my cash,
Ladies love my style, yeah, I’m makin’ a splash.
Got a driver on the payroll, fo ma U-mobile luxury ride,
But behind all this glam, there’s nowhere to hide,
‘Cause the truth is, I’m chillin’ in a cardboard box,
Fakin’ all this wealth, while my heart just rocks.
I’m livin’ high, playin’ the part,
Got the world on a string, but it’s breakin’ apart,
Behind the flash, there’s a secret to unfold,
Hidin’ in ma box, with a story untold.
Talkin’ ‘bout the penthouse, where I claim to reside,
But in reality, man, I’m just tryin’ to hide,
From stackin’ bananas to stackin’ up the dough,
It’s a masquerade, and I’m playin’ the role.
Ladies all adore me, but they don’t know the score,
That I’m livin’ in a box, with my back to the floor,
Got a fake driver, drivin’ me through the streets,
While I’m dreamin’ of a world that’s just outta reach.
I’m livin’ high, playin’ the part,
Got the world on a string, but it’s breakin’ apart,
Behind the flash, there’s a secret to unfold,
Hidin’ in a box, with a story untold.
Got a million-dollar smile, but it’s all just a show,
Pretendin’ I’m a player, while the truth’s on the low,
Hidin’ in that cardboard, while I fake all the glam,
Prayin’ that the world won’t catch iszt a scam.
So I’m dancin’ in the limelight, with a fortune to flaunt,
But every day, I’m worried, that the truth’s gonna haunt,
From bananas in the grocery to this high-life claim,
I’m shakin’ in my boots, with a heart full of shame.
Livin’ high in pretense, while my real life’s a mess,
Hidin’ in that cardboard, man, I’m feelin’ so D'pressed,
So I’ll keep up the act, while the truth’s on the run,
Hidin’ from the world, till the masquerade’s done.
I’m livin’ high, playin’ the part,
Got the world on a string, but it’s breakin’ apart,
Behind the flash, there’s a secret to unfold,
Hidin’ in a box, with a story untold.
Yeah, I’m playin’ the role, but it’s all just a game,
From bananas to the Bentley’s, it’s a fragile flame,
So I’ll keep on pretendin’ till the end of the ride,
Hidin’ in my cardboard, with my secrets inside.
Here is tale from the past
It’s a real sad story, but I’m spittin’ the facts,
I was a rapper, yeah, I had a whole career behind the rack,
I was wrapping up big macs.
But then fate hit me with a greasy fry slip,
Went down hard, couldn’t keep up with the grip,
My career took a dive, now I'm tellin' the lore,
So if you doubt my hustle, just ask the manager at the Burger store.
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