Lyrics for: "Great" by James Pope

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Great by The James Pope
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God damn man I'm so muthafuckin' happy,
like a fat fuckin' kid chewin' on some laffy taffy.

 Not a reason in the world to be sad or depressed.
My girlfriend, she didn't leave me and I'm kind of obsessed.
I'm not stressed over STDs from havin' random sex.
I'm not so worried I can't even keep my cock erect,
when I'm camming with a girl on the internet.
No I don't have to fucking deal with any of that shit!

I'm doing great. Great.
Can't you tell I'm doing great?
It should be fucking clear from the expression on my face,
that I'm great. Great.
Can't you tell I'm doing great?
It should be fucking clear from the expression on my face,

that I've got enthusiasm.
Let's get off the orgasms.
Let's talk about drug habits,
I promise I don't have'em.
I swear it's not me that you want to see vanish,
when I run into your party talkin' 'bout gettin' savage!
Gonna get the function started,
I just be actin' a fool.
And I get the girls sayin',
"Um, he's making me uncomfortable.
I think he's high on something too.
No I don't mean something cool.
Ew, gross! He's starting to drool.
No don't vomit in the pool!"
I swear to God I'm not that dude,
who's just too crude and hella rude,
I swear I'm not your friend who's e-tarded,
and obnoxious.
Who's gotta be high on something cause he won't stop talking.
Who just keeps shaking as he just keeps rocking.
Who might steal something if you don't fucking watch him.
No that ain't me tweaked with silverware in my pockets,
who walked up in your house like I'm about to go shoppin'.
It couldn't be me,
I just fucking popped one,

and I'm great. Great.
Can't you tell I'm doing great?
It should be fucking clear from the expression on my face,
that I'm great. Great.
Can't you tell I'm doing great?
It should be fucking clear from the expression on my face,

that I've got mental problems and I don't know how to solve them.
So I'm cheating on this test so I can keep my world revolving.
But we're cheating on this test it our own damn different ways,
either actin' real tough or opening up them legs.
But that ain't my way, I prefer the yadida-yay,
or maybe take a mokie and throw up on a thizz face.
Cause I'm great. Cause I'm super.
Cause I'm fucking fantastic.
And if you ain't doin' great, then you gon' get yo' ass whooped.
Here take some of my great, you can fucking have it!
Cause I'm great! Great!
Aw man I'm passed it. This shit's just tragic,
but it's just my passion;
fucking faking a smile while I get my ass kicked by life!
All this strife, but I ain't complainin'.
Suicide is not the thought that I'm entertaining.
With some pills and some alcohol, just fucking debating.
 No that ain't me cuz-blud, I'm fucking elated.
I'm not some fucking pothead, who can't fight his cravings,
a slack-jawed stereotype of my generation,
a wannabe player that can't pull off penetration.
No that ain't me sir, so please don't be hating,

because I'm great. Great.
Can't you tell I'm doing great?
It should be fucking clear from the expression on my face,
That I'm great. Great. Great
Can't you tell I'm doing great?
It should be fucking clear from the expression on my face, that I'm great.