Lame - IAME

Lame

Yeah, uh-huh

Check, check

I walk into the venue, in my backpack is merch

Haters standing on the wall, already casting smirks

Head to the table where I gotta sell CDs and shirts

Someone set up first and left no space for my universe

(Damn, son)

It’s a day, I mean night in the damn life

I’m no star, but at least they got my name right

IAME, but for all intents and purposes

I am Lame, it’s like the game can sense my worthlessness

I drop a gem, but I nevr seemed to found one

I’m the two-sidd Gemini, with myself I’m fightin'

Like, «I got this sewed up, right?

Holler at ya boy»

Nah, you and money don’t mix like water and oil

Well, then word to BP, Exxon Valdez

Lame will be big, check your blog feeds

I go berserk 'til I’m Zuckerberg with the status

Okay, maybe not, but at least someone’s heard me on campus

I don’t know what this means to you

You don’t know what this means to me

All I’m sharing is my point of view, I’m tryna get from point A to B

And you can judge me, I judge me too

But it don’t change what I’m tryna do (What I came to do)

If you don’t like it, I ain’t blaming you

I’ve got no problem being Lame to you

L (Lame)

A (Lame)

M (Lame)

E (Lame)

When it comes to staking chips

There’s a list of qualified applicants and my name’s been missed

(Lame)

It’s not just the theme or an album

It’s a lifestyle, not too many cut out for it

But I do the damn thizzle, through the fiscal year

But frugal like Scrooge, might be a stooge

(But if you can’t laugh at yourself) Then you’re just a douche

And if you’re laughing too much it’s like a logical of shoes

I didn’t choose this, screw excuses

Just give me a Drake-sized check and robotic vocal effect

Give me auto-tune — no, give me autocorrect

For every wrong career move, every little misstep, yep

I’ve made plenty, though it’s hard to accept

Had potential at 20, now they just call me a vet

But lightweight’ll say you’re old

And something’s wrong with your head

It’s war to me, tour of duty, I earn my stripes and my cred

Check

I don’t know what this means to you

You don’t know what this means to me

All I’m sharing is my point of view, I’m tryna get from point A to B

And you can judge me, I judge me too

But it don’t change what I’m tryna do (What I came to do)

If you don’t like it, I ain’t blaming you

I’ve got no problem being Lame to you

If lame to you means the opposite of cha-ching

Drug abuse is the furthest I got in this drug game

Ain’t pushing weight just to earn a reputation

Lame would rather play it safe than be residing in the state pen

So much for my dope boy aspirations

I stuffed 'em in a bowl and lit 'em up, shit felt amazing

Was 15 then, kept getting higher

The booze I started consuming a few years prior

But by 17 I was in full swing

(Shrooms,, some X,)

A’yo, I never tried acid, but it’s sort of on my bucket list

Despite the homie’s warning, saying I shouldn’t fuck with it

I know they’re right, plus nowadays I keep it natural

But curiosity, you know how that shit go

A bunch of dead felines can testify

You’re better off looking for the nearest exit sign

Goodbye

I don’t know what this means to you

You don’t know what this means to me

All I’m sharing is my point of view, I’m tryna get from point A to B

And you can judge me, I judge me too

But it don’t change what I’m tryna do (What I came to do)

If you don’t like it, I ain’t blaming you

I’ve got no problem being Lame to you

Ryan, you’re so fucking lame, dude