[Verse 1]
What the fuck do y'all niggas really want?
I went with realness instead,
But all the real niggas I know either crazy or dead.
Yeah, I dropped the free EP for these other kids to feel a lot,
Niggas keep askin' on whether this dude's for real or not.
I'm not tryna come hard, I'm tryna come me
That's why these older songs that I used to make I'd release free.
What's the point of rap if you can't be yourself, huh?
That's why I come first like my cell phone.
I'm a role model, I am not these other guys,
I rap about my dick and talk about what girls is fly.
I know it's dumb, that's the fuckin' reason I'm doin' it,
So why does everyone have a problem with talkin' stupid shit?
Or is it real shit?
‘Cause sometimes that stupid shit is real shit.
Like when you make out with your best friend's baby sis',
You know, the one with short hair you used to babysit.
See, that's not even right.
You with a different girl like each and every fuckin' night,
And kiss her while she's sleepin' and sneak out the front to catch a flight,
That's not life, dude.
It's just makin' up for fucks I missed in high school,
I keep it wrapped until I meet the right one,
‘Cause I ain't Mumford, I ain't tryna have sons.
All I wanted was some more like Ashton,
I ain't the coolest but I know I got passion,
I got passion!
[Chorus:]
I really wanna do her right and it doesn't matter,
We've got all the shine we need to find.
I really wanna do her right and it doesn't matter,
We've got all the shine we need to find.
[Bridge:]
“Baby, I'm on the edge.” “So why you gotta act so strange?”
I said, “Baby, I'm on the edge.” “So why you gotta act so strange?”
I said, “Baby, I'm on the edge.” “So why you gotta act so strange?”
I said, “Baby, I'm on edge.” “So why you gotta act so strange?”
[Verse 2:]
Am I serious? I don't even know.
Are you hearin' this? This shit is laughable.
I ain't tryin', I'm doin', these other rappers are foolish,
I got fame, my A&R's a computer.
Is there room in the game for a lame who rhymes,
Who wears short shorts and makes jokes sometimes?
My nigga like, “I'd get you MTV if I could, man,
But Pitchfork only likes rappers who crazy or hood, man.
So, I guess we gon' see.”
I ain't Curren, but if there ain't money in my name, please, murder me,
Sometimes I feel like I ain't supposed to be here,
Sometimes I wake up, I don't wanna be here.
My mom loved to text me Psalm verses,
She don't look at me like I'm the same person,
I used to be the sweet one, but things change,
And I don't want her missin' a son like Bon's last name.
And all my uncles alcoholics, shame on me,
I drink whiskey till I'm grounded, no TV,
I wanna go inside the club with no gold piece,
And walk in with No I.D. and no ID.
No matter how far the hood seems,
We all still got hood dreams,
I always wanted to get picked on the cool team,
But alone is exactly how I should be.
[Chorus: 2x]
I really wanna do her right and it doesn't matter,
We've got all the shine we need to find.
I really wanna do her right and it doesn't matter,
We've got all the shine we need to find.
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