Artist: Isaiah Rashad f/ Lance Skiiiwalker
Album:  The Sun's Tirade
Song:   Don't Matter
Typed by: Cedmaster3K
 
[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, feel me? (hey!)
Fake, fake (hey!)
Fake, fake, fake, fake (hey!)
Fake, uh (hey!)
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good? it's a number three, buckle up
Got to the scene, it was bonafide pocket book
And cause you hide all my secrets from that bitch
They keep callin' your phone, I know he hate it
But the comet go
Keep us in tune and my hooker got another show
I'm on the road just to see if I can make it back
With just a scar and a carcass and a flaw like God and his kids
I know you hate us but it's nothin' else
They told me that I had to see it for my fuckin' self
And if I make to the gates and he don't recognize that I had all the traits of greatness
And the starlight at my feet so don't you take me to the preacher
 
[Lance Skiiiwalker] + (Isaiah Rashad)
Cause I might testify, ayy
Baby, today (I guess he at again like)
I might testify someday (got, a, release)
Get it on my way (yeah)
And I'm just a boy
 
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Alright now pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, hoes, haha, yeah
 
[Isaiah Rashad]
And I ain't done with your mouth, say that as good as a number three
Want some more? You got away with the tongue in cheek
Mirror seen, I know the code to your body
And the road to the vision is all, communication
And we bust a nut
I left a stain in your inner part, you let it go
I know the words to your favorite, we know everything, but I don't have time for you baby
I am all for the profit, I'm past my self-destruction
But you bring it back
I got a line for you waitin' in my Cadillac
Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common fiend, you said you read to the fire
It was good with the preacher and all, the congregation, would you testify?
 
[Interlude: Isaiah Rashad]
I guess he at it again like, heh (hey!)
I guess he at it again like, whoa (hey!)
I guess he at it again like, yeah (hey!)
So lemme put your knees to your chest... and get ready, hey
Lemme put your knees to your chest... and get ready, yeah
 
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Alright now pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, hoes, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, hoes, pimps, pimps, pimps
 
[Outro]
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Everybody's invited
Everybody