🎵 I’m A Fucking Emperor // by Jazzw4ve

1 ContributorI’m A Fucking Emperor Lyrics [Intro: Fall Out Boy] Do do do do, do do-do, do Do do do do, do do-do, do Da da da da, da da-da, da Da da da da, da da-da, da [Verse 1: Patrick Stump] Mummified my teenage dreams No, it's nothing wrong with me The kids are all wrong, the story's all off Heavy metal broke my (heart!) Come on, come on, and let me in The bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints And this is supposed to match the darkness that you felt I never meant for you to fix yourself (Da da da da, da da-da, da Da da da da, da da-da, da) [Chorus: Patrick Stump] Some legends are told, some turn to dust, or to gold But you will remember me, remember me for centuries And just one mistake, is all it will take We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries [Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien] Finally, someone let me out of my cage Now, time for me is nothin', 'cause I'm counting no age Naw, I couldn't be there; Now, you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare Intangible, bet you didn't think, so I command you to Panoramic view, look, I make it all manageable Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes? Picture you getting down in a picture tube Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe [Chorus: Patrick Stump] Some legends are told, some turn to dust, or to gold But you will remember me, remember me for centuries And just one mistake, is all it will take We'll go down in history, remember me for centuries [Post-Chorus: Fall Out Boy, Kanye West] Hey-ey-ey-ey, yeah! Hey-ey-ey-ey! (Do do do do, do do-do, do, do do do do, do do-do, do) Hey-ey-ey-ey, yeah! Remember me for centuries (Do do do do, do do-do, do, do do do do, do do-do, do) (I need you right now) [Verse 3: Kanye West, Fall Out Boy] Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, ‘cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness ‘Cause right now, thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit 'Specially in my Pastellé, on my Bape shit (Do do do do, do do-do, do; Do do do do, do do-do, do) Act like you can't tell who made this (Do do do do, do do-do, do; Do do do do, do do-do, do) New Gospel, homie, take six And take this