Lyrics

[Verse 1] Trading PlayStation games for drugs I got for blowjobs and hugs And I bootleg the shit Blaze it while I burn a rip Take a trip while I print out a cover with a click Teach, one thing you should know about me Is I don't fuck with homework The whole thing is transactional to me I'm smart enough to make it work Does it hurt? Should I slow it down? Or take it out, word? What's the dirt? Gossip is my fuckin' lurk Gauze applied with alcohol upon The burn where it hurts Alcohol 120% Look at me, I'm countin' zenny Hella nice but never friendly Blue Raz Ice? I got plenty If you're buying then I'm selling If you got it, I can spend it I'm robotic and dependent Interested? I can lend it Put it in a song I got him on the ground I love him really long I say he's really strong I tell him all time He better get me high He better make me cry [Chorus] I don't know what the fuck I'm doing It's all abuse to me If you're really feeling it, though I guess that's fucking news to me You scour the Internet for Art that makes you feel supreme I spit semen onto a beat You love that it isn't mainstream You love that it isn't mainstream [Verse 2] I jack to the sound of the underground on SoundCloud Where they rap in the clouds And I put it up loud, loud, loud, loud, loud Loud, loud as I'm allowed, either 'cause I'm gonna Piss off mom or the neighbors My behavior's so lame, the enablers Are the hipsters that I'm friends with It's a shamer, I'm a failure All A's 'til I started gettin' into vapor I'm not a vaper, though, I meant wave I might wave when I see you at the rave Not really, I don't go to those But if you do then I might reconsider everything I know Starting with my clothes, gotta get rid of those I mean mainly so that I can fuck you But more importantly so that I can suck you dry Everything you like is gonna be my new type Go to Hot Topic, get a new hair dye Electric lime with a hot pink stripe Pinstripe contacts that blind your sight Do it for the love of the art and the game Knowledge is power and beauty is pain Did you come to the station to stand in the rain? You purchased a ticket, so get on the train Take the credit before someone else writes their name Tell me that I'm good at Everything I'm doing Tell me that I couldn't Ever fuckin' leave you Tell me if I leave you'll Try to kill yourself And then I'll probably leave And masturbate myself [Chorus] I don't know what the fuck I'm doing It's all abuse to me If you're really feeling it, though I guess that's fucking news to me You scour the Internet for Sluts that make you feel supreme I cumswap back into your mouth And you hate that it's mainstream (I jack to the sound of the underground) [Verse 3] Trading your paycheck for cassettes and VHSes You don't have a way to play, but it's okay 'Cause you don't even really like 'em anyway 'Cept for the occasional poorly dubbed anime No one listens to the shit, like no one listens to the bitch Getting her brains kicked out, turn it up hella loud And then blow your load, wipe it on your new clothes Throw 'em in the wash to get that washed out glow Or leave it, let it get— Talking shit, like I said, gossip is my fucking lurk I litescribe a CD-R of SimCity 3000 It's more special when you make it by yourself In your bedroom while you're hiding from your hell Backup my heart and sell my soul Come on, daddy, bleed it out Let it go, feel me out I can give you what you want If what you want is in my mouth You get as hard as you listen I lay in the shower while you piss on me Yeah, this edge is so sharp That it could kill like a shark So equip it in the dark If you love me, fuck me hard [Chorus] I don't know what the fuck I'm doing It's all abuse to me If you're really feeling it, though I guess that's fucking news to me You scour the Internet for Art that makes you feel supreme I spit semen onto a beat You love that it isn't mainstream You love that it isn't mainstream I don't know what the fuck I'm doing It's all abuse to me If you're really feeling it, though I guess that's fucking news to me You scour the Internet for Art that makes you feel supreme I spit semen onto a beat You love that it isn't mainstream You love that it isn't mainstream