Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) Goddamn it, now. My name isn't Taco, you know, my name is Filip
Sitting on a porch chair, today I just don't care Grab my friend's phone, "hey, do you have any porn there"? Overheard by female passerbys, there goes that long stare Fuck ya'll bitches and glowing hair Fuck your shoes and your gear, pierced boobs and your ears Fuck your blues and your chop'n'screws and your rocking rolls My genre is indie-folk-low-fi-post-weird I'm beloved and ignored, most loved and most feared I'm a white European boy, best believe it boy So much "weird" in my lyrics that I'll never be employed Latest ploy, rape Freud with a phallic-shaped toy Ask him for analysis, while my phallus is showing Never been rich or piss-poor. Is it wrong? Always low self-esteem, like "what'd I get that kiss for?" And then my ego exploded. Explode Suddenly feeling like God when he's blowing his load On the face of his favorite pope, screaming: "baby choke" Then he's sucking on a blunt laced with his favorite dope Screaming, quote: "Fuck Africa. I'm gonna leave'em broke Whole world is a pile of fucking dirt, semen soaked" (Goddamnit, now) Oh, yes indeed. Funny how he never say these things in press release I'm hungry. Not rap-wise, hungry for Lebanese And instead saying grace, I will be resting in peace, goddamn it now
Ref. Goddamn it, now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin Red wine, blueberries and a gram of green Goddamn it now. Goddamn it now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin Red wine blueberries and a gram of green Goddamn it, now
Young Hems, what the dealy? My name isn't Taco, you know, my name is Filip And I'm from a town that's been burned to the ground That's why I'm never down, 'less you stab my achilles I think I'm Big Meech and Bronsonelli Fuck the crowd in the mouth, get your tonsils ready I'm rocking Wilma's bed and locking jaws with Betty I'm 'bout to spit the vomit on y'all. Mom's spaghetti Invited to Biggie's house and his parties are heavy I tried to carpool but I couldn't get my balls in the Chevy I got there late but I still shook some hands and got me a bevy And Biggie's asking me why I'm no longer rapping as FV Because of Hopsin, I told him Now I rapping with a name from FIFA manager mode Oh, and I'm a Yiddo. Hungry like a hippo Keep your lips closed, kid or I'll damage your folks Party on, yeah, the bitches were big fun But I'm in the kitchen eating freaking chicken with Big Pun He wants the last piece, he's licking his damn teeth I'm saying like "aight, peace", but I grab it and make a run "Son, I beg your pardon!" When I'm hungry I got Bronson fronting steak with garlic Then we're having fondue or whatever you call it I woke up in my apartment, a half-dead alcoholic
Bridge: Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) X2
Ref. Goddamn it, now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline, give me a tambourin Red wine, blueberries and a gram of green Goddamn it, now. Goddamn, it now I just wanna lie in a motherfucking hammock now Gimme me a trampoline and a tambourin Red wine blueberries and a gram of green
Outro: Goddamn it, now. (Young Hems what the dealy?) X3 And I'm from a town that's been burned to the ground That's why I'm never down, 'less you stab my achillesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
