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[Verse 1: London Yellow]
Explain sh*t like a scholar in my music
But I don't know what to say in IRL
I think I'm just autistic but I can't tell
If I can't call God a faggot in heaven
I'm tryna go to hell
I like bad words
Weird kids who eat turds
f*ck the fly guys
That sh*ts for the birds
I'm a lame idiot, f*ck what you heard
I know I know nothing
You think you know it all
You're a f*cking nerd
f*cking absurd
I'm sitting back having panic attacks by taking in your fancy words
Not the topics though
Just the bigger pictures
I'm way too f*cking meta
Yellow analytic n*gga
Absorb your abilities, my brain gets bigger
Spending all your souls on my vigor
Even though my flesh perish, Yellow London never gonna really die
Really I put in enough work for at least three lives
I'm way too f*cking humble
Its kind of cringe to admit it
I don't want the credit
Just to know that I did it
Grant a couple long term wishes
Never took a b*tch
I did try to wear a green fitted
Do you feel special when you tell me not to quit it?
When? Why? Where? How?
None of your business
I'm not your royal jester, get the f*ck off my di*k
If one more mongloid asks for Recluse 2, I'm quitting
You wish that I was kidding
Nobody takes me serious
What do I gotta do?
Go to a school, take out my hairy di*k
Pull out a cheap Glock, screaming "Hey Siri! Send this to my parents!"
One by one, all the zoomers disappearing
I don't wanna do it
I'm tryna kick back like a Buddhist
Live life in the form that is truest
Build my own beach and become a f*cking nudist
You knew this
Stop telling me to do sh*t
[Verse 2: DAD]
I don't wanna do sh*t
Wanna be reclusive
They Tell me what I'm doing is workin
I wonder if my music is worth it?
Wanna be the dad god, wanna be perfect
But I'm not perfect, my life is a circus
I've been getting high to get by
Think I fried my circuit
I've been out here searching
Deep within myself for some purpose
Tryna scratch the surface
I'm learnin'
But I can't figure sh*t out for certain
I don't even know if I'm a person
My whole world burnin, down
But I still keep a smile while I'm hurtin, ow
Waves of depression, I surf it out
Then when I get teed, can't turn it down
Like its Party City now
And I'm here to be the clown
Life is an RPG, this sh*t gettin weird
I wanna disappear
You wouldn't recognize me without this here big beard
Assassinate my character with derringers
Switch up the narrative
All cause I feel its imperative
Plus I don't know an alternative
f*ck a preservative
Burn a bridge
I need some purgative medicine
Until then, I'll just keep on spinning and circling
Caught between worlds and sh*t, struggling
Going through turbulence, oh what a perfect imperfectness
Going through turbulence, oh what a perfect imperfectness
Real… dad… sh*t…
I put the work in b*tch, I put the work in b*tch