[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