Fuck you
Backyard Astronomers
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I guess what I'm trying to say is I'd rather be myself, even if myself's basic I hear you all starting to say shit, but You know you'd love to see the weird kid get famous We don't buy our streams, we don't make hits Jesus walks but you should hear him when he straight spits When the worst you can say is it sounds like you made this in your basement First of all f*ck you, that still counts as a placement Your attitude's foul, flagrant, chicken Drain two buckets, fragrant delicious Count the doubters on one hand, subtract 4 digits, That's the number of fucks I've given Got a day job, a hustle, a side gig, and music No sleep schedule, couple of drugs for abusing A voice that I'm finding I'm okay with using And I can't lose with Omni on the tune Do you know how long it takes to recover from trauma? Scars given to sons at the hands of their fathers Guess that's why I'm honest about not being a baller Trying to raise my son to love someone's daughter Still women see me and say "Yes kid, I like how you're dressed kid I like the bright nails and the hair and the rest kid The heart on the sleeves dripping red on my dresses Yeah, you got my interest but you're a bad investment" Lower class cash flows like molasses in winter Y'all hoe asses pay your own way at dinner Look me in the eyes while the candle light flickers With my hand on your thigh, lean in and whisper "F*ck you" Local Politics matters Black lives matter The fact is it's only red blood getting splattered If you didn't vote, I don't care for the chatter Guess you'd sell the neighborhood if it pleases your master I need a Socialist to help me get on social lists Progressive with emotions and a knack for laying motionless Leave the God talk at your weekly devotions Sacramental sabbatical Weekend travel to an ocean mist Go ahead and play this loud Got a good name go ahead and say it proud S-a-n-s g-o without, leave no doubt The kinda guy you find is kinda nice to keep around Who'd have thought the noisy kid could get down From his spot up on top of the clouds Toe tapping no strapping hand clapping emcee With a lyrical ease winning over the crowd Done waiting for my train to come round Blaze my own trail like Oregon bound Burn a bush down, listen for the heavenly sound Find a cute blonde with blue eyes and head on out F*ck a pretense, girl Show me what you do with that mouth She leans in, grins, and says "Wow Mr Sans I love how you don't tone it down" I say just wait until the album comes out Check the liner notes I left a little message hand written in my finest tone F*ck you
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