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  1. Not Your Type

From the recording Celebrity Crush

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Lyrics by Empress Kush
Music by Darren Vegas

Lyrics

(D.V. we got another one)
(Tell that lil bitch to turn it up, hello)
(Darren Vegas Music)

Delusions of grandeur
Since the day I was born
Spent a decade as a stripper
Shoulda went into porn, ha

But I was trying to protect my image
Thinking about my music
Like I’d get somewhere with it

But now I’m twenty years in it
Twenty thousand beers in it
Made every mistake I coulda made
Gave into fears in it

Chose the wrong men
Chose the wrong friends
Never went to therapy
Tried religion instead

What a mindfuck
Anxiety behind every decision
Am I like this by design?
Evil, rebellious and wicked

When I encounter authority
Compelled to resist it
Never really fit into the system

Never really fit into the church
But I can’t say I really tried
Had to be so fucking pure
I can’t live that kind of life

This is who I am inside
I hate to say it, baby
But I’m probably not your type

Too scandalous
Who could handle this
I handle candlesticks
Like a market analyst

Professional master status
When I handle dicks
I don’t give a fuck
That’s what the fuck this is

Empress Kush, bitch
I put too much into this
To give up without giving it
Everything I fucking is

Miserable, wishing I woulda
Done it as a kid
But now is all there is
Now is, now is all there is

And it’s too important
I think I’ll die if I don’t go for it
I can’t account for my life
With nothing to show for it

I just need to tell my story
If it leads somewhere
I’m giving Goddess the glory

If the gender offends you
I hope it lends introspection
If I run for President
I hope I win the election

Idiocracy was a prophecy
People vote for Joe Exotic
They could vote for me

I’ll give you a show to binge watch
If you’re my family
Be prepared to cringe lots

I cannot contain myself
I cannot restrain myself
I waited too long

Sitting on the top shelf
Quit? Me, never! I’m, well
Something of a pop phenomenon
I’m sure of it, hell

I bet my whole life
Stayed up the whole night
Just to write these lyrics down
And get my f-f-flow tight

All the times I shoulda died
But here I am, live
Buckle up
It’s gonna be a wild ass ride

This is who I am inside
I hate to say it, baby
But I’m probably not your type

I’m probably not your type

I hate to say it, baby
But I’m probably not your type

I’m probably not your type

I hate to say it, baby
But I’m probably not your type