Akroyd Smart - Nothing Really To It lyrics

[Verse 1] I be that pretty motherf**er Melbourne's what I'm repping man, 500 Days of Summer Man I know that sh** sounds girly, thinking undercover Why you like that hipster? Mister, she is who I breathe for Not that kush, that racial dreamer Why does every white guy thinks it's cool to be a piper man? The only Mary Jane for me is in my comic, Spiderman I ain't trying to be different, the style is trynna be me The phase will pa** momentarily, So I'll act like it don't bother me That every teenybopper, Y.S, thug and a sick lad Is bopping and s*utting, shuffling and repping my vintage swag While untalented chord strumming folk lords with half a voice Bring out every last lyric about a girl for the boys While they get in and make out with the girls at the parties I feel awkward, not knowing what to do under the marquis So I go in the room of the host and draw mustaches with Sharpies Nothing special like penises, I'm not considered an artist [Hook] Yeah man, there's really nothing to it Yeah man, my brain will pa** right through it Yeah man, there's really nothing to it Bring your friends and we'll dance to it Man we living, just do it [Verse 2] Yeah, now I know that hook didn't rhyme much Take a train, a car or crime bus, choose your fate with cause, denied us My brain is separated from reality Real things are brutality Built by hope of socialites So When I bring that pattern back Everyone will cheer so clear With some claps and thrown bra**ieres From girls who quote bands like they're Shakespeare And all my friends will flat-f-flat-flat-f, flatter me And everyone that ever saddened me Will feel the back, back hand of me [Hook] [Verse 3] The break creates some atmosphere Gotta match that Chick's career Pun intended, not so clear Release date every year I do shows with no cosign Simile trigonometry But I'm pale, ain't got no tan I burn like Montgomery [Hook] x2