Magnificent

Swimming in women, champagne sippin'. Gold emblem with two M's in it. This living is so magnificent, stop dreaming it, I'm living it. Sung by John Legend featuring in Rick Ross' Magnificent. Yes this sounds like something for me, except for the champagne. At times I get tired of relationships, all that shit. Why would I settle for that? I can share my love with the world instead, any woman who has me for herself can be considered fortunate. I want some peace, if I don't have anything I can't lose anything. So please, strip me of everything, so all I have left is that which is really me. And that will be all I have to offer to the world. It will be enough.

And from that point I'll build my empire, the tallest trees have the deepest roots. I'll turn myself into a show off having a gold emblem with two M's in it; haters can't tell me nothing. Talk to the hand, which has more bling than all your past lifes together. I'll be such an asshole that people will not take the trouble to get to my richez. The only people who'll know me are those who are determined to find the soft warm hearted guy inside. And they will, cause I am; the self is always coming through.

Maybe I won't be able to act like a jerk, but I'll give it my best shot. I'll start with the music, Scumbach Music to be exact. So will it be worth it? Will it pay to be single? Cause I don't like to be in demand as a person. I just want to lead people to the other side, but I'm not the doer, no sir. I don't do anything significant in this universe, I'm just a spectator; enjoying the show. I don't care what it takes to get people to join the boat. Once they see what I see they will stop looking at me anyway. No more relationships then? I don't know man, often it's actually the guys who are taken that are in demand. Single guys must be assholes; nobody can put up with them. I want to be an asshole, but I'm just too sweet.

Bitches rather have sweet dicks than assholes. Sweet girls want dicks, so my girl can't be sweet. Or maybe I am a dick and just under the impression that I'm sweet. Or maybe my girl is a bitch. Or maybe she's a sweet girl under the impression that she's a bitch. Wow, what a personality crisis; we both got ourselves completely fooled. If she wants to be a bitch, then I suppose I'll just be sweet. But remember that someday I'll turn into a complete dick. You've been warned! Better pray that I won't get that gold emblem with two M's in it. It's okay, I'm magnificent either way.