[Intro]
^!$$%s try and come at me and like %#@! like
Like I only write slow songs and I only write

How many of yâ??all are $#&@ing with me with a pen, really?
(Verse)
Iâ??m a writer, probably as good as Elton John

But whatâ??s right and good for it if it ainâ??t helpinâ?? moms?
Iâ??m trying to feed Japan while seeing sights in Lebanon
And wiping away tears to the girls thatâ??s getting felted on

Iâ??m trying to get my felt pen on, but the Block is hot
My answer is questioning if Iâ??m Bach or not
If Iâ??m Chewbacca non-existent to these Juggernauts

But Iâ??m an architect, an astronaut, an argonaut
So hey you, get off my couch
You donâ??t know me stay the $#&@ out my mouth

But Iâ??m a writer you can quote it out loud
A false poet, get my dough and Iâ??m out
But hereâ??s an eighth of shrooms for your earlobe

A little rap wrapped in cigarillos
A little bit of Wu Tang mixed with some Henry David Thoreau
A little povitery(?) you can pound on your pillow

This is for the day that your dad dies
But for some reason all youâ??re hearing is sad sides
And searching for the style that is sad, you canâ??t cry

So you check your ipod and search for some bad vibes
From that rap guy who raps over sad vibes
I wrote it in an hour dog, donâ??t know what your dadâ??s like

He probably was a great dad, heâ??s probably in paradise
You want me pending heartbreak, cause sadly I canâ??t write
Nothing

This is for those that wrote suicide notes
And all the hipster girls that were superfly dope
You looking at her nose what you do beside cope

You looking at her palms what you do besides dope
Nothing
Life is but a supersize note

I opened up my mind like a suicide door
And grab a pimp cane and a superfly coat
Have them bobbing they heads for something stupid I wrote

I hope