Letras
Woah buddy
What happened to that boy? (Yea)
Got hot shit know the drums be knockin
Heard he wanna rap but his ass keep talking
(Man, what the fuck is he talking about)
27 seconds in
I might join the club and see my new best friends huh
I started out in sixth grade
I don't think I had a bank account
My main plug was Pirate Bay
Role playing round fucking round on Google Plus
Who knew one day motherfuckers be googling us
Oh I want you to want from me
I can't see behind the screen
Should I give you what you need?
Oh I want you to ruin me
Let me open up the curtains
Am I good enough to surface?
Yea
Cold cuts on FL
You think I gave a shit if on exams I would misspell?
Well excuse me Mr. T-E-A-C-R
My inspiration wasn't Shakespeare it was motherfuckin
(Woo)
Rockstar shit
I ain't going for Nobel
Cuz no bell gonna stop me switching the parallel huh
Goldfish brain I can't follow the formula
On my Plankton shit got Mr. Krabs like
Arg arg arg arg arg!
Oh I want you to want from me
I can't see behind the screen
Should I give you what you need?
Oh I want you to ruin me
Let me open up the curtains
Am I good enough to surface?
Yea
(Mhm)
You be on the platform cooking up a shit storm
Fuckin' on a
(Mhm)
I don't worry 'bout you
I'ma a worry bout me wanna
(Mhm)
I don't wanna take no time
I'm tryna check the rhyme I fuck u
(Mhm)
Guess I gotta fuck it up
I'm gonna fuck it up
What
(Alright I'll go one more time, one more time)
See
See normally I'm not
I fuckin' hate the club, I'm not gonna lie
Everybody here is fuckin
Putting on a show, I don't know, just it's like
It's some bullshit
I don't know, you
You seem cool
Um, I had a question
(Whatchu lookin' for, huh?)
I don't have a plan
(Now, whatchu singin' for, huh?)
I just came to dance
(Now, watchu waiting for, huh?)
Put you in a trance
(That's right)
Just loop it
Gimme one more
One more?
Oh I want you to want from me
I can't see behind the screen
Should I give you what you need?
Oh I want you to ruin me
Let me open up the curtains
Am I good enough to surface?
Yea
(Mhm)
You be on the platform cooking up a shit storm
Fuckin' on a
(Mhm)
I don't worry 'bout you
I'ma a worry bout me wanna
(Mhm)
I don't wanna take no time
I'm tryna check the rhyme I fuck u
(Mhm)
Guess I gotta fuck it up
I'm gonna fuck it up
What