Chorus:
I don’t wanna take no photos
I just want the bounce like pogo
If a new girl wanna try me, coming my way
I say “oh, no no”
I don’t wanna take no photos
Your vibe an ouroboros
If a mother fu*ker wanna try me, coming my way
Take shots, no photos
Verse:
(i’m) always taking shots with the shutter flow, right?
“last album just ain’t cut it, tho”, right?
“why you always fu*king on my mother, tho?”, right?
“why you bragging, tho, you know you got no money, bro”, right?
fu*k your nitpicks, dipsh*ts, one ear out the other
Man, who gives a fu*k if i ain’t ever come up from the gutter?
I’m a passionate musician with a tendency for rage
(they) only wanting fast flows put down on the page
“fu*k it, i’m ready to battle, i’m up on the saddle”
fu*k that sh*t
I’ll say what i wish at the pace i prefer
You can shame me, flame me, call me a mumbler
But i’ll rise again like the fu*king firebird
I’m taking flight, you’re taking bites, little trippiе wannabe
Whether nеw wave or old heads, i bring a killing spree
Here that, scuffboy? you ain’t safe yet
You’re fu*ked! (that’s ironic, cuz you hate gay men)
I’ve stifled drives with the rage i brought
Reconnected with $$takk, tho, we’re cool tho we fought
Cuz arguments years ago shouldn’t impact me
But i can’t pretend that the hate makes me happy
I’m thick skulled, quick to draw blades
Writing my quips all day
But here’s my mantra, lil b*tch:
“i’ll say what i wanna say”
Chorus:
I don’t wanna take no photos
I just want the bounce like pogo
If a new girl wanna try me, coming my way
I say “oh, no no”
I don’t wanna take no photos
Your vibe an ouroboros
If a mother fu*ker wanna try me, coming my way
Take shots, no photos