Tnx

Lyrics

[Part 1] Hobbie ain't it sad? Oh, Hobbie are you mad? You glad that they all glad? 'bout job you never had? They say all this no real That Hobbie went real bad That all he fucking sings about are Dogs and mom and dad, ah! Why you so serious, so quiet, spit it out! Don't matter that all that you'll say, we sure gon' doubt! Ofcourse it all matters, all that you're talking bout Tho you should trust me, forget changing route, 'stead chase the clout! You shan't be so quiet, 's better to scream and shout! Oh, why you being so serious, so quiet, spit it out! [Part 2] When you down, feelin' low When you really don't know Yo, charge them batteries bro Phone me I'll pick up the phone, waddup? 'member the problem's not problem 'till brain processes it problematic Don't lock yourself up in attic, catch some air, ask yourself "waddup?" Life's a static, pick up remote, change the channel Cartoon Network, Boomerang, something that can be sang, don't hold up Life's a ladder, just to get to so called heaven, nothing up in the skies Use your eyes, it's in disguise, stand up Oh, yes, it is absurd, this bloody world Yes, the word is a gun but we can gun it all down, we grownup Policemen in a cab, with their right hand raised Looking straight in my way, for a way to say "waddup?" Crossin' the street, I see policemen greeting me But pointing at the guitar case thinking cocaine might be in Yo, waddup? I know all I address, I know it's all subjective I know it's my own stress, yet I present it as objective People 'void overthinking, yet overthink what I say Sin every single little detail in these songs that I make Took it for granted, as every syllable, every step Every dream we don't get, as all them "thanks" we all said All the love we sent, hells we bent Everything we represent All the chats we yet gon' chat All the people we named fat, waddup? Was sorry I was absent tho my absence is my presence And nobody ever questions why I gave away those lessons So them Lennons hide the venom and the pain inside the Harold Cuz I've tried a million times to be thy person, not the error Yet my mental chose accepting all these twaddles, all the terror Into normal we did choose to turn this absurd We can simply change the password, let my essays be just forewords Fuck them curse words, just look forward Stop them wars and ask each other "waddup?" All these sounds you just've heard, you've already heard before, from a man or a bird, therefore, tell me waddup? Cartoon Network, Boomerang, all the problems I sang about, built the man I am, my man, so tell me, waddup?