MOMMAS FAVORITE CHAIR

I sit in my home, butt naked, in my mommas favorite chair
With a pencil and a pad and alot of hate to share
With no morals to go through
I just told glass to produce something I can grab a shit talking pussys throat too
I fiend for anger, I seek the adrenaline more
I treat people like shit to get treated like shit
So I can get mad and write another verse I won't ever record
Then I get bored and trash em' and I bet their still better than yours
What would I respect you for?
There ain't no better metaphor to address you more than attention whore
Industry slut, getting plugged like an extension cord by the boss
Now my tempers like the seven dwarfs, hella short
Never before have I spent my time preaching hate
But im a 17 year old who stays inside and eats all day,
I ran out of topics so I punch myself til I got a bleeding face....
Then write a verse to alleviate the freakin pain
Like yea, I got socked in the face im goin to the hospital
Really I go to the freezer for a chocolate popsicle
Its impossible for me to be social again, all I talk about is rap...And they dont give a shit
They ain't amused...
Please stop assuming in my grade, im cool
Im a weirdo in all black who everyone hates at school
Thats why when you say you look up to me, I remain confused
The only folks I chill with do it cause they think ima be famous soon
And yall wanna give me tips, this that, that this, market like THIS,
I promise youll attract masses, man thats mad average
I say share my video or ill fuckin kill you, you can hashtag that shit
I start my day with no hesitation, I wake up, watch sam and cat, jack off,
And im medicated to brainwash my generation
Im 17 with the mentality of a pissed off 40 year old who never made it
My mom calls it ambition, my producer calls it stupid,
My teacher calls it sit the hell down and stop scaring the students,
My fans call it passion, my friends dont know I have it like
My psychologist calls it \"can you please untie me?\" NO
I told you, I wanna be staying in trouble
Im just mad my engineer said that I ain't really humble
All I did was rap about being the best now, its true
Then told him to bow down when I stepped out the booth
What the fucks the issue?? You wanna fuckin tissue??
Cry about it while I fuckin hit you
And stop asking to battle, just cause im a rapper doesnt mean I love to diss you,
Ill just continue to punch and kick you like its rough ju jitsu
When I throw a punch, I ain't gonna miss you
Youll end up running away.....And I still won't fuckin miss you
And ever since I released \"talk to you\" teen girls begun to care for me
But they dont know im just a 40 year old with a rare disease
fuente: musica.com

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