Lyrics

I’m angry
but I’m so happy
I’m just a young bird
feelin pretty flappy
quick snappy
a lil scrappy
watching scooby doo with shaggy
Mary’s vibe in a state sealed baggie
lone star mood am I bound for Texas, Aggie,
so that’s 70’s like Ashton
gag me with a spoon Jackie
why should I be anybodys lackey
cmon now that’s more whacky than my tobaccy
even if I’m broke next year I’m tits out in Tallahassee
exactly baby I’m born to be unclassy
clapping deadly farts off like an asshole kamikaze
make a stank face that bar smells like rotten pastrami
spoiled salami
come to my zone I’ll show you a safari
joe Biden bars that’s a load of malarkey
is the crowd rocking
or are they MIA
took off on a paper plane
all I wanna do is bang bang
clangin bed frames with the way we scramble eggs
breakfast time at 22:08
I’m in the mood for some IHOP pancakes
flap jacks Johnson for a free hotcake
i play all the games
i stake all the claims
no terror but I’m hijacking the stage
just like Ye
if I ever reach that level I’ll never engage
I’m small now and I’m relationship raged
starved of any touch don’t you hear me complain
i just wanna play
like
DICKS OUT FOR HARAMBE
Take me back to those days
when I was queen and king of Mac n cheese
and I was busting my knuckles in an engine bay
I’ll have a garage one day
but not now
so I’m angray
50 shades of some kinda gay
same song for no pay
watch in 5 years so many lil birdies gonna imitate
watch as many minds medicate to stimulate
cells inside the confines of the biologically batshit brain
don’t you try to mitigate
destruction sent from my mind telepathically told to disintegrate
the ones who back fascism in the United States
Fuck Agent Orange with his Toupee playing two faced games giving Russia our info for a quick lil pay
i have no boundaries aint shit that I won’t say to bring a better change
so be pennywise because I’m stackin mine
and when it’s time to flick the switch I’m blasting off like the pope when he hears me scream 666
HAIL SITHIS
wait what
blasphemous
the court of public opinion ruled it unanimous
Young Hawk IA’s fabulous
so scandalous
failed calculus
nothing adds up
1+1 shouldn’t need to be adduced
but it’s a duece
still spouting off like it’s in my boots
I’m writing as I fall asleep this really the way I do
the way I live
the way I stand
and the way I sit
I’m an angry and starving artist
just waiting to blow this bitch
that’s what it is…