I'm a Baguetter

[Intro: London Community Gospel Choir, bearface] I gotta get that bag It's a thug life, it's a thug life I gotta get that bag (Run, sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah) It's a thug life (La-da-da-da) It's a thug life (It's a, oh-uh-oh) Ooh-ah (Sha-na-na-na-na-na-sha-ah) La-da-da-da (It's a— ooh-uh-oh) [Verse 1: bearface] Try to treat man like baby Feel the teeth sink in like rabies Boy you know you don't look fly Dem gold chains turn your neck green, bye Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah Ah ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah ah [Verse 2: Dom McLennon] It's different reconciling with skeletons I ain't know I possessed I sought perfection out in ways I no longer accept I understand what I neglect in times when I obsess I'm learning to confess, this fate is harder to digest The biggest threat I'm up against is who I face in my reflection Dеpression still an uninvited guest I'm always accеpting Can't help but meet the feeling with a familiar embrace When I know that it'll kill me if I give into my brain I see the shadows inside, they ten feet tall with no eyes They put my head in the water and it's so beautiful under The sun reflecting off the corals, colors I can't describe To make the darkness divine [Outro: bearface] Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah (La-da-da-da) It's a, oh-uh-oh Ooh-ah Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah (La-da-da-da) It's a, oh-uh-oh Ooh-ah Sha-na-na-na-na-sha-ah