Just To Feel Wanted

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yah, yah I remember being younger, I used to jam on that mic Rock—rock—rockin' 'round that clock up on a Saturday night Man it was fly, gettin' them people to do their dance on the floor See, I was never a fan of the hype, more concerned with havin' a ball Slowly the phony-baloneys would choke and go creepin' home, but You could catch me with my cronies doing d—d—do-si-do If I'd only known how to jump in the big bucks I would of written songs about killing kids for pumping their kicks up But if you think Tuk' ain't gonna be all right, I'm feeling fine Don't even leave the light on for me tonight, I won't need the shine Just leave me with my piece of mind, yo (Paint it gold, T) That reminds me of something my mother must'a told me She said... [Chorus] People make a lot of bullshit Just to feel wanted When instead they should try to just do Who they truly are She told me if I write her a song Could I make it good music? And never worry 'bout whether or not It's gonna make you a star [Verse 2] Some people gonna bitch about you anyway, tell 'em how it is, but it wouldn't sway 'em anyway I'ma go ahead and say it anyway, any day I'm ready, mate, let me demonstrate at any rate, see We got plenty fakes who play petty games just to get their pretty pennies made Damn, this is not a lemonade stand, your head ain't nothing but empty space, get a brain scan! For heaven sake, man, come set a date, I'm gone set 'em straight, then it's on the the next I rock heavy breaks, Morgs on decks, flawless is what you call this Immature twits get ignored for their ignorance, raw shit tighter than a frickin corset Born fresh, abort ship, unless you were in it for the art, you weren't in it from the start, silly bitches [Chorus] People make a lot of bullshit Just to feel wanted When instead they should try to just do Who they truly are She told me if I write her a song Could I make it good music? And never worry 'bout whether or not It's gonna make you a star [Breakdown] [Verse 3] Listen It ain't the money, dummy, if you wanna Be somebody, then buddy, just be somebody, it's easy Be happy, and I'm not talkin' 'bout whether you're happy enough I think life should be about fallin' madly in love (Come on) And if you don't it's okay, okie dokie, no pain No gain, for all I care go play the hokey pokey This dopey mopey, he gon' be lonely, "be an O.G" Nah, haven't been one of those since I was 14 [Chorus] People make a lot of bullshit Just to feel wanted When instead they should try to just do Who they truly are She told me if I write her a song Could I make it good music? And never worry 'bout whether or not Its gonna make you a star [Scratches]