@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)
Goodnight, its over with, that's all she wrote
It's stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me they join
Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned
You tell lies, get caught, nigga, kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot
Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off
Better that than pissed on
I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone
High stepping, prime time
Thought you niggas been on
Ain't no blocking my shine
Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off living life, you check-to-check reciting rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind
(Mind, mind)
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
You're staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed
Wait, Sarah, you're late, your train left
Mascara and eggs smeared on your face
Night's over goodbye, hoe
I thought that I told you that spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over
Never shoulda came within range of my Rover
Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her
To still come back to the crib
Must want me to mess with her mind
Hold up
She mistook me for some high-roller
Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola
(Faygo's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos
I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn't die for ya
Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars
You get your eyes swoll' up, I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear
Bitch, you're already bi-polar
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it)
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch)
But she know I'm rich (I'm rich)
That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me toting anything
All you gon' see is bang
It's so nice where I kick it
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I'm on another level
But you niggas still can get it
It's all over 'fore you finish
Sorry, bro, this where we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, Tip?
And each one thinks they the shit
Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of their own medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
I'mma stick this whole pad full of
Sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock I'm racing it double time it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
That it may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man, I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe-"S" on it, dawg
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well, I guess I'm wrong
But if you're gon' tell me that A&W ain't the spot
For the best hot dogs, you can get the "F" on, dawg
And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane
I'm as strong as the King
They were gone 'fore they came
Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys
They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
But still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)
Goodnight, its over with, that's all she wrote
It's stupid how I go in, knowing everybody knowing that
I'm sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it
Eventually, see they can't beat and then with me they join
Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned
You tell lies, get caught, nigga, kick rocks
You never did blend in with the big shots
On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops
I just laugh at nigga wishing they was this hot
Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off
Better that than pissed on
I'm the Jetsons, you the Flintstones
Catch me in the end zone
High stepping, prime time
Thought you niggas been on
Ain't no blocking my shine
Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the night time
I get rich off living life, you check-to-check reciting rhymes
So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time
While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind
(Mind, mind)
Now I don't really care what you call me
Just as long as you don't call me broke
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
Streets like cold Chicago
Ain't nothing new, I've seen it all before
But still I ball like no tomorrow
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
You're staring straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate
Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape
Cupid shot his arrow and missed
Wait, Sarah, you're late, your train left
Mascara and eggs smeared on your face
Night's over goodbye, hoe
I thought that I told you that spilled nut ain't nothing to cry over
Never shoulda came within range of my Rover
Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up
Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her
To still come back to the crib
Must want me to mess with her mind
Hold up
She mistook me for some high-roller
Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola
(Faygo's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos
I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder
If you was bleach and I was hair, I wouldn't die for ya
Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars
You get your eyes swoll' up, I'm on my straight grizzly
So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear
Bitch, you're already bi-polar
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado
Now I never know where I'm gonna go
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (that's it)
But don't get mad at me
Go blame the chick who wrote this shit
Yeah, life is sure a bitch (bitch)
But she know I'm rich (I'm rich)
That's why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick
Here I go again
I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in
Pesos, Euros, Yen, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gon' be broke again
See me posted in anything, wearing any chain
Never gon' see me toting anything
All you gon' see is bang
It's so nice where I kick it
Hate you never get to visit
Yeah, I'm on another level
But you niggas still can get it
It's all over 'fore you finish
Sorry, bro, this where we end it
Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, Tip?
And each one thinks they the shit
Shirt off my back? I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief
I'm giving these hoes a dose of their own medicine
Let 'em get a good taste of it
I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now
But in case you didn't
I'mma stick this whole pad full of
Sticky notes to your forehead and staple it
Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it
So I pace this shit a little bit quicker
That clock I'm racing it double time it
But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time
That it may take you pricks to catch on
While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong
Man, I still say K-Mart's like there's an apostrophe-"S" on it, dawg
And they say McDonald's isn't a restaurant, well, I guess I'm wrong
But if you're gon' tell me that A&W ain't the spot
For the best hot dogs, you can get the "F" on, dawg
And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane
I'm as strong as the King
They were gone 'fore they came
Now I don't wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys
They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why
Now I don't really care what you call me
You can even call me cold
I bet they knew as soon as they saw me
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
But still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Goodnight it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote
I said, it's over with, that's all she wrote
All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah)
Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
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[Chorus: T.I.] Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said "it's over with" thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
[Verse 1: T.I.] Its stupid how I go in knowing everybody knowing that I'm Sewing up the game, destroying like they hate me for it Eventually see they cant beat than with me they join Others sworn under oath, or banished left completely scorn You tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots Its on the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stops I just laugh at, nigga wishing they were this hot Guess they mad at me huh, really pissed off Better that than pissed on I'm the Jetsons you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone High stepping prime time Thought you niggas been on Ain't no blocking my shine Like my new air Yeezy's you can see me in the night time I get rich off livin' life, he check the check reciting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate, have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey my dough ain't in its right mind (mind, mind)
[Chorus: T.I.] Now I don't really care what you call me Just as long as you dont call me rude I bet they knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothing new I've seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
[Verse 2: Eminem] Man TIP told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hyp you Is never to let these traits trick you Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit Dig you a hole, take the shovel and dig you some dignity bitch shit you talk about some advice that sticks with you If i should listen to anyone tell me to stick to my guns Like double stick, its you but fuck it TIP, its cold Its chilling like and feeling like the penguin in it's fucking igloo eating farcicals I'd rather slip and fall in shit than fall in love with you Before I tie a fucking knot I'd tie you in one bitch You think this is some Nintendo game how fucking dumb is you I'll give you some mumps before I split some lump somes with you So here's a penny for your thoughts But it won't buy you a chesseburger, although a nickle might just get you one pickle Fuck it, its official so blow the whistle I got a trust issue Theres a bombshell, scud missle! I got this cuss at you to fucking cuss at you Like before I rap there was some motherfucking stud Slut, this will teach you not to come drunk, stumbling my way fo shizzle I still live like I bought you the Gilbert slot checks stob bizzle So fuck sissors these checkers are bust like a blood blister
[Chorus: Eminem] Now I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches know as soon as they saw me Its never me to get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I'm gonna go Still I ball like there's no tomorrow Until its over and its all she wrote
[Verse 3: T.I.] The credit roller, curatin closer, movie over with But don't get mad at me Go blame the chick who wrote this shit Yeah life is sure a bitch But she know I'm rich That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring in Pay some euro, yeah, ah ha, I'm paid never gon be poor again See me posted in anything, wearing any chain Never gon' see me tote in anything All you gon' see is BANG! Its so nice where I kick it Hate you never get to visit Yeah I'm on another level But you niggas still can get it Its all over before you finish Sorry bro this road we end it Won't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the business
[Verse 4: Eminem] Yeah I guess life is a bitch ain't it TIP And each one thinks "Say this shit" Shirt off my back I wouldn't give you the dirt off my handkerchief I'm giving these hoes a dose of there own medicine Let em get a good taste of it I'm sure you got that relationship memo by now But in case you didn't This is so bad, put a sticky note to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting it So I pace this shit a little bit quicker That clock comer racing in double time But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time It may take you pricks to catch on While you strong arm like Stretch Armstrong Man I still say K-mart like theres an apostrophe "S" on it dog And they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant well I guess I'm wrong But if you gon tell me that the A&W aint the spot for the best hot dogs you can get the "F" on dawg
[Bridge: T.I.] And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane I’m as strong as they came They were gone ‘fore they came Now I don’t wanna hang, I slap fire with them rap guys They just wanna sabotage my hustle shawty thats why
[Eminem] Now I don't really care what you call me You can even call me cold
[T.I.] I bet the knew as soon as they saw me "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
[Eminem] I roll like a desperado, now I never know where I'm gonna go
[T.I. & Eminem] But still I ball like no tomorrow "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote I said "it's over with" thats all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote "Goodnight its over with" thats all she wrote
[Thanks to TNas11 for these lyrics] [Thanks to siddhant for correcting these lyrics]