[Verse 1] I should be in class; I shouldn't have masturbated I can’t seem to help it when my jeans drop I can be your personal pizza boy, and when I annoy, I can switch it up and bring you Wingstop My life was a movie, the last scene stopped at birth Maybe God dropped the Earth I can’t tell; I don’t want to be blasphemous But you handed me life, and I did not ask for this Pity party of one, I’d like a booth, please I’m like the 8-foot center that only shoots threes I’m starring in a rap version of Hoop Dreams, I don't know whose team I should make a new stream A great place to swim for quiet people, underachievers, honor roll students, and gloomy teens The rest get applause from booty movements How the hell does Rudy Tabootie do this?! [Hook] I might have ruined everything for myself again I think I've ruined everything for myself again I feel I've ruined everything for myself again I know I'll ruin everything for myself again [Verse 2] Get ignored by friends and walked around scorned The only damned flavor left to eat is orange Call a girl because you know your ex can’t stand her Make everyone around you afraid of your candor Banter with the cameras hidden in the walls, in between taking naps and digging in your drawls' Then, contemplate spelling it like "drawers" Don’t apologize for not being poor Fill your cabinet with ramen and trinkets from your past Try not to look like a heathen to your dad Still get nowhere with girls you like, and to the ones you don’t like back, don’t write back Rub your heart with an ice pack, buy no product with an “i” in front, find time to stunt Be all you are, then learn it’s not enough But stupidly refuse to give up [Hook]

[Verse] No water under the bridge with you trolls These are my Peter Parker "Black Suit" flows Shot web down your throat like Peter North, brought pork to your Seder The recalcitrant leader of a cult formed from exiled 4chan users Gore spammed to your girlfriend's computer I swear to Yeezus, this ain't a rant, it's a threat I can't promise, cause futures aren't guaranteed I'm just honest Screaming at the Burger King cashier, "Hurry up with my damn croissantwich!" Standing topless on the counter Frantic; frisky; sweaty and aroused It's almost ready now, I can taste it My 15 minutes of fame; with bacon Aww yiss! Muthafuckin' breadcrumbs! Rappers don't make shit but scraps, and news flash: You don't do shit but rap Sorry, internal monologue I'm a clown that can't juggle a lot of balls That's a fraud, even worse, it's impersonating something that seemingly lacks apparent worth Can't a young nigger make the whites smile anymore? Aren't I your hilarious project? Am I not everything you wanted? I am my experiment gone wrong This is not a song This is every day that begins with confidence only to end in a pile of common sense, contradiction, and me cocking my dick Awww, skeet skeet, God damned me again... ... Awww, skeet skeet, God damned me

[Verse 1] This is how depression starts: Swiftly; without warning I’m still mourning things yet to happen All because I made of mess of napkins; mortal sin This portal ends somewhere between the lion’s den and the magic cupboard he’s in I left my courage in an imaginary place I ask each day what more is in store I’m scared, I’m indoors, I want no part of this I smell a foul stench in the air, where’s Artemis Pardon this pensiveness plus this persistent irrational distrust of cardigans I’m guarded no matter the position the card is in Wary of the face-downs This isn’t trap You don’t know what to say now, dummy pants, so you throw your thinking hat high up... and Shmoney Dance [Hook] I understand, you’re not impressed, but you can keep that to yourself Cause you can’t do what I do, if you think you can, go screw yourself ‘Cause that's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free cause-) That's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free) I understand, you’re not impressed, but you can keep that to yourself Cause you can’t do what I do, if you think you can, go screw yourself ‘Cause that's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free cause-) Yeah, that's just what I do (You wanna be me? Then never ever let yourself be free) [Verse 2] Each song is BART graffiti; each line is a chalkboard gag Each day my intelligence fades, so I write simpler things, and talk more bad But I talk more, right, moron? Add a social point to the sheet you keep score on I’ll probably still "fail at life", but that phrase is stupid, and I made it useless, ‘cause I don’t live And I barely exist 4chan lurking prepared me for this But I’m bad at letting go, so I made two Horcruxes from an unmixed snare and a kick I’m a corrupted kid with a slick tongue, but which one? One has a poisonous parcel Every day feels so hit and miss Really, I should put faith on my Christmas list [Hook]

[Verse 1] Coupons, I got coupons; discounts, I got discounts The delivery driver call me pizza boy., and yo’ girl call me Big Mouth Either way, I stay eatin’; she taste like a Cinnapie And if my name ain’t in her mouth, then you can guarantee that it’s in her mind Pizza Hut ain’t no friend of mine, I don’t associate with that second rate Her panties got left over, now she back for that second taste Mmm-mmm. Celebrate; told her come by around dinner time She popped that thang like a Sprite can; my flow be so lemon-lime Shout out K1ng Eljay, that’s bruh-bruh ‘til the crust gone You should give me all them beats that Melvin Burch won't cuss on Cause bitch, I gets down like low serotonin Bitch, I got heart; Bret, Jim, and Owen I’m the 7-time champ of the melancholy rap league Ho, I’m in my pocket, you're like lint tryina’ sack me True blue boy, I guess you could say I’m crippled Emotionally handicapped, but I’m never fickle That’s the order [Hook] Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but... Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but... Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but... Don't know what I'm singin' 'bout, but... [Verse 2] Eatin' Tuscan Six-Cheese pizza, Cherry Limeade On a Sunday evening, thinkin' 'bout a Friday Don’t know how I’ll make it, but I’ll make it, that’s on Papa Word to John, if you trip? In the car, he got the chopper So don’t try me, I’m grimy, I’ll blow a hater to oblivion Heater give your crew blood baths; obsidian Delivering to any hood, any time If you’re hungry for a problem, hit the line, and you can dine But yo’ girl want that sausage, always got her mouth wide Always got somebody in her like the In-N-Out line Overrated; but I admit, she still my favorite ‘Cause I never have to tip her, she already know my payment And she know the way I like it: fresh and warm Light on the sauciness; she don’t talk back no more She love me ‘cause I’m real, I trained her to hate fakers Making bread left and right, that’s that Kay Panabaker Ungh [Hook] [Verse 3] Chase the Red Bull with water, I am Deadpool and Potter I'm the hero in my story, and I know it, so don't bother tryin' trick me Leave me or lick me, you've got two options My girl look Emma Watson; yo’ girl look like Hopsin Fuckboy, quit jockin’, when I’m rappin’, ain’t nada wack Post-performance at a jazz club: I gotta snap ‘Cause that praise shit? I don’t get a lot of that And to tell the truth, Emma Watson never hollered back I’m an escapist; this is my greatest act If I wasn’t living ‘cause of fiction, I would make it fact It’s the journey, not the fucking destination Everybody chasin' bullshit; empty chicks with full tits Twitter follows, Instagram likes, promotions, Gamerscores, and achievements Bitch, I don’t believe shit but this damn slice that's in front of my face, this damn bed where I lay, and this damn song I created And that's the order [Hook]

[Verse 1] We were thrown into a bottomless pit... I feel like a Samara that never got a tape And you were caught mid-fall by a dick called Gender Inequality You finding a guy so swift really got to me Taylors up in the air, I'm still falling; appropriated; made a mockery of You said you loved hip hop; I don't even care about it You said you knew me; I thought it was fair to doubt it But so it goes; you were airlifted And we are never ever getting back together, but enough with swiftness Slow it down I roll around in this mud puddle of memories deliberately I think we're enemies But the history seems to show two lovers I think we were just life lessons undercover [Hook] I couldn't put that smile on your face... I never had that power... You swore I was the answer, a-a-a-answer- These questions, stop running, stop hiding, stop numbing all this pain that we're supposed to grow from I kept the faith, until you wouldn't show none [Verse 2] In the parking lot of the Westfield The stress feels like the red pill You hated that film, I waited to feel something outside the turquoise But we were trapped in it And you liked it, I wanted you to admit it Half this is self-inflicted, Melvin Bitchness; senseless Far from witless, though That's why you wanted kisses, no? I get this Sadness attracts sadness, but sadness is unattractive I am unattractive Twice the reason I have to ask if you like me for me or what you think I could be I feel hoodwinked, look at where you put me Some kinda reference would dilute the message But, since it was a game to you, consider me the final boss of all of your evil exes [Hook]

[Verse] Music unrelatable; undesirable Fans swear I'm lying, though My blue heart remains, though I've been wounded so much, it should be violet Sent petitions to Obama, he rejects 'em, I'll keep trying, though Dwelling in that zone where no lion goes Laughing like a hyena because your mountain lion froze Steve Jobs wasn't a maverick I'm mad at monopolies in the market, I see go and I go past it I go in until there's nothing left; cut a check; 2hunna Dollars, not a thousand; I'm broke in student housing I'm choking on the bat, hands slippin', girls pitchin' from the mound and I get nervous, so I bunt then run around the bases like I hit a home run But I never passed the first one And honestly, she's basic, so why am I even playing? Just sayin' Back to scheme, you'll find me lounging and wondering why I heck I find Ronda Rousey arousing Pounce on any and everything in the kitchen I've found, and bring it back to my bedroom, cause my roommate ruined the couch when he brought that girl to the house, and he put his tongue in her mouth and put something else in a place that we don't have to talk about Right? Cause that’s naaaasty I’m like Cleveland when I rap, so you traaaash me But I’m cool; I’ll speed up when you catch up For argument’s sake, let’s say you did Guess what? Time for the Bic, thumb slides, and a flick Dumb guys get close and get fried like they French Got a fire inside, it arrives when I spit Thought I meant a lighter? No, I’m describing my pen when it glides on a sheet and I’m vibing to beats, and you hate from the side like Spike, but I leave on a jet with the win, I’m the king of New York Kickin’ it like the guy that I "sneaked" in the bar two lines ago Bouncer missed it Now Romeo Must Die for spouting slick, it’s- Really not worth it; kill the violence Oxymoron Playing footsie with a bucket hat; so much death on my brain All these rappers are tucking packs... and gats... and girls... and racks But each of them will crumble, if I mumble Yes, I rumble like the young man I am Quick dinners on a Foreman grill My facial hair is formin’ still... I will get no listens on my raps, but trust, Natalie Portman will... ... That’s just the world we live in What is struggle rap? Rap is innately struggle Struggle against convention; struggle against the muzzle If language isn't art, then why did we take that class? I’m in a computer lab, irritated with a pad, and a mouse on top, a blank Google doc open, typing things that’ll spark a lot of hurt around your colon I’m really just a Golem, rolling down a hill Too grounded to smash a bird; no flounder in my palm ‘cause water kills So what fish in the sea? I’ll stick to xHamster Teanna Trump or Belle Knox, what's the best answer? I’m in Urban Dictionary next to “ain’t shit” I’ll be productive after I heat up this Banquet I have no Benjamins; I think I'm Franklin Except I never left my shell Rappers are ninja turtles, I wish them well, my job is thankless Any army of one, no vest, and I'm tankless... ... Running in Puff Daddy's house, like "Take this."

[Verse] I just want to talk to you You could be to fun to talk to I don’t want you naked on a webcam I wanna make jokes in a deadpan Maybe put you on to a few songs I’m not saying that we would be best friends In fact... (I don’t need you. Like, you’re cool, but I don’t need you. I don’t even know what I’m doing this for. BUT...) Let me clear this up, ‘cause technology smeared it up For some reason, I’m certain you’re a really cool person Yeah, you don’t understand why I am so attracted I don’t understand why I am so attracted But what’s the reason anyone approaches anything? It’s really not strange when you think about it What’s the reason you do anything at all... ... when you realize you can definitely be without it?

[Verse] Blinds open; sitting at a desk, malingering All of these keys that I keep fingering Never opening locks; time tocks, the tick is Heather Brooke Making eye contact, but I never look Don’t look down; heart sucked of its life force Asking fortune tellers "What the fuck do I try for!?" All of this is pretentiously deliberate Or it’s the reverse; I don’t care, contrivance delivered it Dreamt I kissed a white girl with my liver lips, woke up, and wished I didn’t remember it Playing a song from The Decemberists No drive in my engine; gassed; wasting my pension It’s a shame, but I do not feel it Eating processed food faster than they can seal it Somehow, I graduated from a dreamer to realist There is no longer a safe place Now I’m in a Safeway, bagging for white people who hate Drake Listening to Marvin’s Room when I take breaks Overturning sugar bowls, searching for a sweetness to life Maybe find the reason I’m alive I can’t tell anymore; I don’t know anymore They don’t hold any doors when it comes to opportunity I know ‘cause I’m the doormat... Society doesn’t support that But I support it, out of good character We always leave "north" out when we say America Everyone is self-centered, I’m building a "self" center You are not invited; no membership packages No special rooms for your drug-addled actresses No "basics" around to say what kind of rap this is... Just Melvin Burch eating pizza on a mattress, bitch [Hook] I should not care what you're doing... Doing everything just to keep you from booing... I wanna sit still, but I can’t stop moving... I don’t know what I’m doing... I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know that...