Webby back up in this bitch, running at the fucking lip,
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Proud to be American? Ha, yo, fuck the government.
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The president ain’t doing shit and everybody knows,
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Our fucking country is run by corporation CEO’s.
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Tell me how they’re locking people up for 20 bags of dro’,
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The people making laws are the biggest criminals on the globe.
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Feeling is different now that I’m old enough to see right through the media
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And search to find the truth through all the bullshit that they’re feeding us.
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Kids today are learning what they know from Wikipedia,
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And take whatever pills the fucking doctor says you’re needing, ugh
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Generation RX, now I’m fucking dependent on attention medications,
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‘cause I’ve been on ‘em since I was seven.
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Now we need Adderall to wake up, an Ambien to sleep,
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Vicodin to ease the pain and steroids if you’re feeling weak.
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And everybody on the street is on their phones like they don’t give a damn
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And kids are learning social skills through Facebook and Instagram.
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So I light up a doobie and exhale, blowing smoke up in the sky while I’m looking at chemtrails.
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With grimey politicians and twisted Mayan predictions,
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I’m like fuck it, let me just enjoy my time while I’m living.
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This shit has got me saying
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I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me,
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You’ll never find another motherfucker like me,
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Somebody stepping to the kid is unlikely
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So bite me,
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I’ll do whatever I like
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With these words that I write
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Soon as I pick up the mic
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I’ll do whatever I like.
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Bitch, I do whatever I like.
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I’m so fly, my attitude will take you to a cruise,
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An altitude of a view that’ll show you how a falcon move
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I got no rules I’m not prohibited or limited,
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Excuse me if I’m offending you, suck my dick, my people is feeling it.
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Feminite feelings about my opinions, just let me know that I be scaring you
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Freestyle equal free speech, I thought this was America.
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America, home of the free, land of the brave. Man, home on this stage.
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I’ll fuck your head up like trying to run and come through the race
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A dog in the rap game and still ain’t got no bone thrown in my cage
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A fucking immature juvenile, only thing growing is my age
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And you want sick? You’ll see sick, like the boat rocking on waves.
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And honestly, I gotta be, I’m paranoid,
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‘cause I watch my iPhone, but I feel like my iPhone is watching me
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I’m in the world when I wonder where the world went
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‘cause that motherfucker can help you find me faster than my girl can.
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This world is fucking up, this world is fucking nuts,
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Technology fucked us up, and Siri, you’re a fucking slut.
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The way this world turning is beyond me,
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Between the economy, astrology and the balt salt zombies I’m like…
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I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me,
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You’ll never find another motherfucker like me,
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Somebody stepping to the kid is unlikely
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So bite me,
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I’ll do whatever I like
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With these words that I write
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Soon as I pick up the mic
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I’ll do whatever I like.
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Bitch, I do whatever I like.
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Whatever I Like
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| Chris Webby |
