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Max Wassen - The Entertainer Lyrics

Thank you for being tight then

Thank you for being fine then

Thank you for teaching me

Aren't you all en- (woo)

I's feeling, I'm healing, I'm finally gold (amen)

And I done-done dry the soap

Better settle down, couldn't get it, could I cut it close?

Hit, didn't, and see the sweater roll (sheesh)

Y'all thought I was, thought I was good to go (amen)

But the don-don-domino's falling over

Couldn't control, it went to shit, I had to fold

And wouldn't you bet the label's gettin' 30 grand for what I wrote?

Only bro on the planet who never felt or demanded

To be the bеst of the better

I'm bеtting I'm next to be second

Thinking I'll swing in 'em innings

I'm having to hit or I'm out

27 strikes later, who's listening?

I've felt defeated, I've done conceded

Lost and desert in uncertain feelings

Broke down, I'm beaten, spat out from eatin'

Shat out in coffins, buried six feet, I woke

This seed won't stop to grow

From the cracks of the coffin's closed

29th try, I'm getting close to hit her home

Still swinging

Thank you

For being tight then so rude

For being fine then so cruel

For teaching me all that is good isn't great

For seeing me, a damn fool

For leading me to be you

Then leaving me

Aren't you all entertained?

Entertained

Entertained

Entertained (singing)

Aren't you all entertained?

You entertained yet?

I got 27 songs out now, that I put my heart to making

And another 27, singing 12 of 'em amazing

If I had to choose 'tween the 12, I think I'd say that

There's ten that I got, that I rock every show (oh)

Seven that I feel should be platinum or gold (oh)

Three that I fear that, I cried when I wrote

But you only clicked the top two, fuck would you know?

Motherfucker, y'all don't even see it's just the top of me

And I deeper went steeper than my Jesus piece

You'd hear the fallacies

Someone trying to bees the knees

I'm a nothing but a front in front of a scene

Creatively, I lyrically went sheet to sheet and kneed the beat

You see the "me", it seems to be confusingly

The user be the one who deems hypotheses of scrutiny and fallacies

When neither he or she perceived the theme before they even tweet

The least that they could be to me's a vis-à-vis, who listens

(Bitch)

And pays attention

And reads what I write

Guarantees what I wrote

Understands what I mean

Maybe asks if you don't so

Wait, wait, isn't there another pre-chorus?

Not really I just wanna do the-

Thank you

For being tight then so rude

For being fine then so cruel

For teaching me all that is good isn't great

For seeing me, a damn fool

For leading me to be you

Then leaving me

Aren't you all entertained?

Entertained

Entertained

Entertained (singing)

Aren't you all entertained?

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