Rule by a Fool Lyrics
| Song | Rule by a Fool |
| Artist | Louis Logic |
| Album | Misery Loves Comedy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dorley | |
| I was the guy you once knew as a jerk | |
| Who made records on the side, now I do it as work | |
| So you BET that I take pride in throwin' you in the dirt | |
| You would too, if you knew what it's worth | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| Uhh! I'm a businessman in the truest sense (Yeah) | |
| 'Cause every time my song's too intense, and cause you offense | |
| I record a few cents in my bank book (Uh-huh) | |
| So I can afford a few gents starin' at me with blank looks (Oww!) | |
| You don't like that I sang hooks, and think I ought to be spittin' | |
| Like I don't carry on the tradition? | |
| Well I don't give a care for your sorry opinion | |
| I just came here to borrow your women; and now all of ya grinnin' (Hahahaha) | |
| You only like when I'm bein' rude | |
| Shame on you for bringin' out the fight in a decent dude | |
| "But everybody likes to see a good beatin', Lou" | |
| We'll see how much you like when the fight's between me and you (Oooh) | |
| And I don't need to do physical harm (Okay) | |
| My evil tunes got their own miserable charm (Uh-huh) | |
| So when I spin a few yarns in your psyche (Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!) | |
| If you aren't in tight jeans, you're likely to shart on your Nikes (Ya know...) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You won't find me in a trendy nightclub | |
| I spend my nights buzzed at friendly dyke pubs (Ohh! Ohh!) | |
| White suds and not a sign of Cristal | |
| If you're an AA sponsor, you won't find me at all (Nope!) | |
| You'll never catch me in a bracelet or necklace | |
| That's worth more money than the place where I rest is (Hooo!) | |
| I traded my desk in for rhymin' on tour | |
| And now my grimey old boss can't find me at all (Oooooowwweeee!) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Yo, Yo...I'm one short tick, from some poor kid gettin' his heart broke | |
| Feelin' like he's breathin' cigar smoke (Hahaha) | |
| 'Cause cars don't make you cool (Uh-uhh) | |
| Nor does success when you neglect to graduate from school (Nah) | |
| I hate to fuel all you criminal guys' continued demise | |
| But oops! Wait a minute, I lied (Oops!) | |
| I love to see you squirm as I minimalize and trivialize | |
| In rhymes I'm deliverin' live (Yeah!) | |
| 'Cause I've got news for you, buckeroo (Uhh! Uhh!) | |
| Whatever you suckas do tonight, tomorrow you'll still wake up as you (Yooou) | |
| What to do when your toughness proves | |
| To be a teenage phase you suffered through 'till you're twenty-two? (Awww!) | |
| You're stuck with Lou, you can love me or loathe me (Uhh...) | |
| I'm plannin' on stickin' around and becomin' and oldie (OG!) | |
| They told me to get gone, I'm too damn headstrong (Yeah, c'mon!) | |
| One hundred and ten songs later, what went wrong? (C'mon! Okay!) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| You won't find me with a gun or a knife | |
| Threatenin' somebody's life, sellin' drugs, or in fights (Hooo! Hooo!) | |
| It just doesn't excite me to wind up in court | |
| That's why the guys on the force can't find me at all (Nope!) | |
| You'll never catch me on the pop charts | |
| In the back of a cop car, next to a has-been rock star (Hooo! Hooo!) | |
| I'm not part of the celebrity grind | |
| I'm the truly genuine kind that you're desperate to find (Oooooowwweeee!) | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| Do the math, you can add up the factors | |
| Lou's as bad as rappers actin' like actors | |
| You all suck a set of sweaty old blue-balled nuts | |
| I suggest you go back home and practice | |
| Fact is, your wackness sticks with you | |
| Whether you switch to new sports, or record a disc or two | |
| Keanu, nobody listens to the rock you write | |
| They never give it to athletes on Oscar night | |
| You gotta like how they create new things | |
| To make you think you're wrong for sayin' they DO stink | |
| "Oh, you're a hater? Don't hate, congratulate!" | |
| Alright, we'll celebrate when you make a track that's great, deal? (Duhh...) | |
| Don't hold your breath unless you were admittin' (Right?) | |
| That the smell is straight litter box used by a kitten (Eww!) | |
| All of you fake actors, athletes, and loser musicians (Yeah! Yeah!) | |
| Should get the pink slip and lose your positions (See ya!) | |
| [Outro] | |
| Oh, okay...hahahahaha.. | |
| J.J. Brown, Louis Logic | |
| Uhh! Uhh! | |
| Yo, you do your thing man.. | |
| Do your thing | |
| Yo Danny, somebody stop him, man | |
| "Youuuu won't find me there | |
| Youuuu won't find me...at all" |
| zuo qu : Dorley | |
| I was the guy you once knew as a jerk | |
| Who made records on the side, now I do it as work | |
| So you BET that I take pride in throwin' you in the dirt | |
| You would too, if you knew what it' s worth | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Uhh! I' m a businessman in the truest sense Yeah | |
| ' Cause every time my song' s too intense, and cause you offense | |
| I record a few cents in my bank book Uhhuh | |
| So I can afford a few gents starin' at me with blank looks Oww! | |
| You don' t like that I sang hooks, and think I ought to be spittin' | |
| Like I don' t carry on the tradition? | |
| Well I don' t give a care for your sorry opinion | |
| I just came here to borrow your women and now all of ya grinnin' Hahahaha | |
| You only like when I' m bein' rude | |
| Shame on you for bringin' out the fight in a decent dude | |
| " But everybody likes to see a good beatin', Lou" | |
| We' ll see how much you like when the fight' s between me and you Oooh | |
| And I don' t need to do physical harm Okay | |
| My evil tunes got their own miserable charm Uhhuh | |
| So when I spin a few yarns in your psyche Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! | |
| If you aren' t in tight jeans, you' re likely to shart on your Nikes Ya know... | |
| Chorus | |
| You won' t find me in a trendy nightclub | |
| I spend my nights buzzed at friendly dyke pubs Ohh! Ohh! | |
| White suds and not a sign of Cristal | |
| If you' re an AA sponsor, you won' t find me at all Nope! | |
| You' ll never catch me in a bracelet or necklace | |
| That' s worth more money than the place where I rest is Hooo! | |
| I traded my desk in for rhymin' on tour | |
| And now my grimey old boss can' t find me at all Oooooowwweeee! | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo, Yo... I' m one short tick, from some poor kid gettin' his heart broke | |
| Feelin' like he' s breathin' cigar smoke Hahaha | |
| ' Cause cars don' t make you cool Uhuhh | |
| Nor does success when you neglect to graduate from school Nah | |
| I hate to fuel all you criminal guys' continued demise | |
| But oops! Wait a minute, I lied Oops! | |
| I love to see you squirm as I minimalize and trivialize | |
| In rhymes I' m deliverin' live Yeah! | |
| ' Cause I' ve got news for you, buckeroo Uhh! Uhh! | |
| Whatever you suckas do tonight, tomorrow you' ll still wake up as you Yooou | |
| What to do when your toughness proves | |
| To be a teenage phase you suffered through ' till you' re twentytwo? Awww! | |
| You' re stuck with Lou, you can love me or loathe me Uhh... | |
| I' m plannin' on stickin' around and becomin' and oldie OG! | |
| They told me to get gone, I' m too damn headstrong Yeah, c' mon! | |
| One hundred and ten songs later, what went wrong? C' mon! Okay! | |
| Chorus | |
| You won' t find me with a gun or a knife | |
| Threatenin' somebody' s life, sellin' drugs, or in fights Hooo! Hooo! | |
| It just doesn' t excite me to wind up in court | |
| That' s why the guys on the force can' t find me at all Nope! | |
| You' ll never catch me on the pop charts | |
| In the back of a cop car, next to a hasbeen rock star Hooo! Hooo! | |
| I' m not part of the celebrity grind | |
| I' m the truly genuine kind that you' re desperate to find Oooooowwweeee! | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Do the math, you can add up the factors | |
| Lou' s as bad as rappers actin' like actors | |
| You all suck a set of sweaty old blueballed nuts | |
| I suggest you go back home and practice | |
| Fact is, your wackness sticks with you | |
| Whether you switch to new sports, or record a disc or two | |
| Keanu, nobody listens to the rock you write | |
| They never give it to athletes on Oscar night | |
| You gotta like how they create new things | |
| To make you think you' re wrong for sayin' they DO stink | |
| " Oh, you' re a hater? Don' t hate, congratulate!" | |
| Alright, we' ll celebrate when you make a track that' s great, deal? Duhh... | |
| Don' t hold your breath unless you were admittin' Right? | |
| That the smell is straight litter box used by a kitten Eww! | |
| All of you fake actors, athletes, and loser musicians Yeah! Yeah! | |
| Should get the pink slip and lose your positions See ya! | |
| Outro | |
| Oh, okay... hahahahaha.. | |
| J. J. Brown, Louis Logic | |
| Uhh! Uhh! | |
| Yo, you do your thing man.. | |
| Do your thing | |
| Yo Danny, somebody stop him, man | |
| " Youuuu won' t find me there | |
| Youuuu won' t find me... at all" |
| zuò qǔ : Dorley | |
| I was the guy you once knew as a jerk | |
| Who made records on the side, now I do it as work | |
| So you BET that I take pride in throwin' you in the dirt | |
| You would too, if you knew what it' s worth | |
| Verse 1 | |
| Uhh! I' m a businessman in the truest sense Yeah | |
| ' Cause every time my song' s too intense, and cause you offense | |
| I record a few cents in my bank book Uhhuh | |
| So I can afford a few gents starin' at me with blank looks Oww! | |
| You don' t like that I sang hooks, and think I ought to be spittin' | |
| Like I don' t carry on the tradition? | |
| Well I don' t give a care for your sorry opinion | |
| I just came here to borrow your women and now all of ya grinnin' Hahahaha | |
| You only like when I' m bein' rude | |
| Shame on you for bringin' out the fight in a decent dude | |
| " But everybody likes to see a good beatin', Lou" | |
| We' ll see how much you like when the fight' s between me and you Oooh | |
| And I don' t need to do physical harm Okay | |
| My evil tunes got their own miserable charm Uhhuh | |
| So when I spin a few yarns in your psyche Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! | |
| If you aren' t in tight jeans, you' re likely to shart on your Nikes Ya know... | |
| Chorus | |
| You won' t find me in a trendy nightclub | |
| I spend my nights buzzed at friendly dyke pubs Ohh! Ohh! | |
| White suds and not a sign of Cristal | |
| If you' re an AA sponsor, you won' t find me at all Nope! | |
| You' ll never catch me in a bracelet or necklace | |
| That' s worth more money than the place where I rest is Hooo! | |
| I traded my desk in for rhymin' on tour | |
| And now my grimey old boss can' t find me at all Oooooowwweeee! | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Yo, Yo... I' m one short tick, from some poor kid gettin' his heart broke | |
| Feelin' like he' s breathin' cigar smoke Hahaha | |
| ' Cause cars don' t make you cool Uhuhh | |
| Nor does success when you neglect to graduate from school Nah | |
| I hate to fuel all you criminal guys' continued demise | |
| But oops! Wait a minute, I lied Oops! | |
| I love to see you squirm as I minimalize and trivialize | |
| In rhymes I' m deliverin' live Yeah! | |
| ' Cause I' ve got news for you, buckeroo Uhh! Uhh! | |
| Whatever you suckas do tonight, tomorrow you' ll still wake up as you Yooou | |
| What to do when your toughness proves | |
| To be a teenage phase you suffered through ' till you' re twentytwo? Awww! | |
| You' re stuck with Lou, you can love me or loathe me Uhh... | |
| I' m plannin' on stickin' around and becomin' and oldie OG! | |
| They told me to get gone, I' m too damn headstrong Yeah, c' mon! | |
| One hundred and ten songs later, what went wrong? C' mon! Okay! | |
| Chorus | |
| You won' t find me with a gun or a knife | |
| Threatenin' somebody' s life, sellin' drugs, or in fights Hooo! Hooo! | |
| It just doesn' t excite me to wind up in court | |
| That' s why the guys on the force can' t find me at all Nope! | |
| You' ll never catch me on the pop charts | |
| In the back of a cop car, next to a hasbeen rock star Hooo! Hooo! | |
| I' m not part of the celebrity grind | |
| I' m the truly genuine kind that you' re desperate to find Oooooowwweeee! | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Do the math, you can add up the factors | |
| Lou' s as bad as rappers actin' like actors | |
| You all suck a set of sweaty old blueballed nuts | |
| I suggest you go back home and practice | |
| Fact is, your wackness sticks with you | |
| Whether you switch to new sports, or record a disc or two | |
| Keanu, nobody listens to the rock you write | |
| They never give it to athletes on Oscar night | |
| You gotta like how they create new things | |
| To make you think you' re wrong for sayin' they DO stink | |
| " Oh, you' re a hater? Don' t hate, congratulate!" | |
| Alright, we' ll celebrate when you make a track that' s great, deal? Duhh... | |
| Don' t hold your breath unless you were admittin' Right? | |
| That the smell is straight litter box used by a kitten Eww! | |
| All of you fake actors, athletes, and loser musicians Yeah! Yeah! | |
| Should get the pink slip and lose your positions See ya! | |
| Outro | |
| Oh, okay... hahahahaha.. | |
| J. J. Brown, Louis Logic | |
| Uhh! Uhh! | |
| Yo, you do your thing man.. | |
| Do your thing | |
| Yo Danny, somebody stop him, man | |
| " Youuuu won' t find me there | |
| Youuuu won' t find me... at all" |
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