Goodbye!! - Token

Stupid, stupid, stupid

All right, one more

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, uh

My manager want me to be role model to these children today

I wrote this shirtless in a hotel room with a bitch on the way

Give me a break, when I get on a stage I’m a distance away

So stick to the gates and watch the show

If you wanna go home then this what I say

Bye bitch, you’re lookin' at the finest

Mosh pit when I be rhymin', man, I love some legal violence

Makin' me feel like I’m this giant everybody wanna get time with

Like it’s some kind of prize that I’m obliging, everybody gotta idolize this

My oh my, it’s going so fast

Homies get mad that I’m over the past

Actin' like a bitch, actin' like you got ovaries, don’t overreact

Don’t get mad

Catch your breath or I’m at your neck like shoulder pads

And this ain’t even good enough to be on the project, these are just some bonus

tracks

I’m pretty much over that

Rappity raps should feel like more than that

Listening to my old shit like, «Why the fuck I recorded that?»

(Fuck)

I agreed when they called it corny rap

That’s what I had to do

But for gratitude I’ll give you one more track

Little boy, that boy true, I do what the fuck I wanna do

You, never gonna put me in the crew

I’m way too big for the crew, true

Pullin' out with a bitch at night

I’ll feed all tight, and the whip all-white

But I can pull up with a kid and a wife

And bib all tight, and make it look cool, cool

Bitch, what you gonna do?

Talkin' about me like you got some news

I could put a bullet in your bulletin

Your bullet tin, my pull-up red, I’m bulletproof

I’m pulling you, I’ll pull your crew

I’ll pull your mom, I’ll pull your dad, I’ll pull your pooch

And put you in the hospital

And tell the doc, «I don’t think they’re pullin' through,» what the fuck?

They thinkin' I’m gonna roll with the troops

And I’m gonna diss every rapper who’s mumbling

Nah homie, that ain’t the move

You know when your shit getting old?

When you dissing everything that is new

If you don’t fuck with it

Shut the fuck up and don’t fuck with it

They’re more mature than you

Anybody wanna battle me, gotta get more recruits

Stiff as a mannequin, somebody must have given him rigor mortis too

You don’t really wanna come and get it

I’ma leave a motherfucker looking ridiculous

I’ma kill it, but I be looking so innocent

I bet they’re never gonna look at a recording booth

Dear fans, just believe me

I gotta find something new, because this shit too easy

I’m not that teen anymore, but who’s ridin' still?

Between Somewhere, maybe we find out when I sign this deal