[Verse 1] Back in the day, all anyone did was overlook me Now, when they look down, they tryna' pass the crown to where it should be Define a rookie Define it, I've been a boss since thirteen No wonder why no one understood me, all goodie All gravy Y'all say we've gone crazy, but we ain't gone anywhere Except the places that pay me Where everybody just praise me So if you ain't with A-team You can suck a dick, get rabies, and then die Yea, right there I got a new idea I got a brand-new idea for you my dear If you don't like being called stupid, stop being stupid, cause I'ma' fucking call you stupid if you do that there Yea, I got some rappers confidence For every fake fan with a backwards compliment Master actors who matter not a bit Bomb has been set, detonation approximately now [Hook] And I've been plotting on the low But I don't really want to keep it on the low no more So I'ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide I want to go on tour Saying I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck like I'm paralyzed from the waist down Waist down, waist down, waist down Saying I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck like I'm paralysed from the waist down Waist down, waist down
[Verse 2] Way down to rockbottom I send y'all. Token is a genius I don't give a fuck; I'm on some paraplegic shit You feel me? I ain't feeling y'all I got no feeling in my legs, wheelchairs I pop a wheelie on I am really young 17 and I got funders with their hands out talking 'bout a million But I don't take no handouts off air You don't need to scratch my back; I got me a massage chair That's right. Everybody act like they're living the exact life Everybody tryna' be like everybody, no one tryna' be an individual and that's like Getting a flashlight to mask light A blackeye to have sight A bad guy to act nice A traffic light to crash bikes An appetite to snack light An afterlife to flatline A rabbi to baptize And bragging on the Internet just means you got a fake ego filled with insecurities killing you and that's why
[Hook] And I've been plotting on the low But I don't really want to keep it on the low no more So I'ma' need all of your hands in the air the goddamn second that I decide I want to go on tour Saying I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck like I'm paralyzed from the waist down Waist down, waist down, waist down Saying I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck like I'm paralysed from the waist down Waist down, waist down
[Skit: Token & Uncredited girl] Stop, stop, stop... Wh-, what's-, what's the problem? Token, this is one of the stupidest songs I've ever heard in my life Wh-, why, why is it stupid? I mean, the whole idea, like, you don't give a fuck, like, you can't have sex... Well, yeah... ...I mean, that's not original, like, that's not cool Well, I thought it sounded kinda cool No no, like, I mean, it really didn't sound good either Oh, well, I'm sorry... You know, next time you have me come to the studio, can you at least have some real shit ready for me?
[Verse 3] Oh, is that so? The second I start having fun, Token's an asshole They said I be doing the same shit, everybody wants something that's new now, well right when I change it up, I'm whack though Oh, that makes sense, I got it Everybody have some fun, except the artist Everybody loved me when I recorded out of the closet Then a blog picked it up, yep, that's garbage Oh. I got some rappers confidence to every fake fan with a backwards compliment You think I slid that line in there with no consciousness? I see the fake fans, I'm who they want a problem with Like I ain't giving my all to this When I am trying to alter this Questioning all of my motives when I'm just trying to make mama rich And I just want to see daddy happy, they just want to see bars and shit Consequence calling this confidence cockiness, God forbid God forbid I'm comfortable enough to switch the scene Sometimes I don't want to walk down a little street With metaphor metamorphosis and similar similes Sometimes I want to fuck around dawg, I'm seventeen Sometimes I don't want to be serious Sometimes I don't want to be Mr. Lyricist Sometimes I wonder why they judge me Sometimes I want to put a jet engine on a wheelchair cause I think it's fucking funny And now they're wondering if I'm still really that hungry They're wondering if I'm getting comfortable, I feel uncomfortable cause a second ago you motherfuckers loved me And I've been working harder than ever to get to the next level of flights You're either afraid to let me go or you're afraid of heights Waist down, waist down Let me spit a simple hook for everyone who ain't staying around They want me to pigeonhole myself and fall Show me where happiness is, 'cause it ain't with y'allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
