Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman? Innovative and I'm made of rubber So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me And it'll glue to you and I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating How to give a motherfuckin' audience A feeling like it's levitating Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated I make elevating music, you make elevator music "Oh, he's too mainstream." Well, that's what they do when they get jealous They confuse it "It's not hip-hop, it's pop,

your a girl sorry boys you woke up before them and they like to drink your blood coment on this pls

your are at a hybrid store and you fine her wonded the lady says she the meanist and rudest her dont mind the voice the rest is up to you

shes your bully that likes you but trys not to show it but sometimes does you used to be chilled hud friends but not anymore you can be anything you want story you were walking to class and you pass by her and she grabs you by the collar and slams you agains her locker dont mind the image and voice o tryed my best