Dumb - Jam Baxter, Lee Scott, Trellion

Yo, I don’t have a reason to care

I wrote this verse 35,000 feet in the air

With my feet in the air

Reclining like a G in my chair

I’m the shit and I’m completely aware

Tell the chef I like my steak well done, medium-rare

Optimistic when they meet me but they leave in despair

Yeah, yeah

I’m too greedy to share

Bust a nut in her mouth

That’s a seedy affair

40 degrees, 51 layers on

But I’m too cold to be switching on the air-con

I’m a rare one, looking homeless mumbling

Got the locals wondering where the fuck they’re from (happy land)

I’m moving bookie in the duty-free

I just killed the whole game off

Stupid me

Mr. T put the Bruce in Lee

Got these kids fanning out but they’ll never be as cool as me

Sit back and watch the whole clan flourish

Rolled out the womb rocking gelled back mullets (FRESH)

Yeah my whole fam sluggish (SWEG)

Sheets of acid in our hand luggage

Smell the salted butter in the air

Moon walking through customs screaming nothing to declare

Yeah, you can stop waiting on a sign now

Lady lucks a little busy painting on her eyebrows

Caked in foundation getting wasted on a night out

I just sat at yard squirming like a live trout

The rejected cast of human traffic

Lately I been selling DMT to fund my bugle habit

That’s fucked, (nah) absurdity

I run a side hustle in experimental surgery

Mile long waiting list for brain amputations

Face lacerations and straight strangulations

My mans a maiden, I’m rolling to my gates

You roll out the session tears rolling down your face

Waste, you can see my soul from outer space

And even though I’m older now I’m still straight dumb

(dumb, dumb, dumb)

Yo, Doctor Scott coming through like me Johnny popped

But do I give a shit?

Probably not

I’m not crying

I just Eyeball Paul’d a vodka shot

And hobbled off like Oswald Cobblepot

I don’t wanna try I just want the guap (money)

And the green jacket

Fuck the tee off like a glottal stop

On the chopping block, so cool

Sipping ice tea, holler Spike Lee for the dolly shot

You aren’t nice ask George R. Price

Tryna get my face a pop up on porn star sites

Registration closing, sign up quick

I’m 12 inches tall with a 5 foot dick

Due to complications, I’ll be zoning out in future conversations

The only thing I lose is concentration

I fuck me life up and sue the entire human population

For a multipack of snickers and a can of Guinness;

I was too smashed to finish

Flipping like a Paralympic gymnast, so effortless

Your child’s sports day gold medalist

I carry an egg with a spoon on

At your wake crunching a crouton with no suit on

I just wanna get out of me face

And have kids with luxury car names on council estates

I’m not down for debate you’re not me real son, son

We can’t have fun but (WE CAN GET DUMB)

Every night my IQ’s droppin'

Whole crew’s out on the balcony plottin'

Halfsteppin' with your wife shoe shoppin'

Swiggin' liquor in my coffin (x2)