Thanks for the tip. (mud butt and Pepto.)

You’re far too kind...

[Verse]
My phone vibrated: nine favorites and a few retweets
Beats me; I’m still trying not to beat off or become a fixture on a Kidz Bop CD
Light or dark? Branded at birth, but can’t find the mark
Can’t decide if I want to be pure, or eat J. Law’s ass in the heart of a sewer
This is great place to grow; I say this art is manure
If you feel I’m the shit, it’s ‘cause I live it
And my life is shitty, so my art imitates it
If you think it’s shit, then you probably don’t get it
‘Cause, hey, if you diss it, I’m still the shit, which is saying that I’m real, which probably means you’re fake
How’s that for a SAT analogy?
For all these raps, I will make a tutor’s salary
I didn’t start doing this ‘cause it’s lucrative
... I started doing this ‘cause I’m a lunatic
I want stardom sans all of the compromise
I want a faithful girlfriend with Madonna’s mind... mid-80s
I want everyone to play me
I want Fox News to hate me
I want compliments I don’t know what to do with
The fact remains I’m still a gauche college student
And that girl won’t care that I made a good thing that ended up on some blogs that she probably would read, if she knew they existed
Ignorance is bliss in this universe of ours
I disagree with it, but-
I can’t say Wikipedia doesn’t depress
Scott Card hates gays? Color me vexed
Even still, I feel just like Ender
And if I knew Petra, I’d befriend her
But alas, I’m alone on my ass, scratching it because my throne gave me a rash
Certified prince of the forgotten
Screaming on their behalf, I’m seldom being solemn
Gathered what was left of my spirit and attacked
Ignored the thoughts in mind nearest to the back
Sticked it to the stone-faced doubters with bones to pick
I’m breaking barriers using words alone, but it’s-
Speak now and forever lose peace of mind in exchange for accolades and pizza I don’t have pay for
Thanks, corporate sponsor
Now, I’ll lose fans who think I’ve lost my honor... to gain a platform
Which is basically shooting dice at stardom’s backdoor
Everything’s a gamble, I’m starting to ramble
I just want this to translate to candles at dinners with childhood crushes that looked me up and now see a reason to fuck with the renegade puppet

I’m out of control, but you just might love it
I’m out of control, but you just might love it
I’m out of control, but you just might love it

I’m out of control