Crickets

[Hook]
You can't hear me over there
You can't hear me over here
I only hear crickets and earwax in my ear
I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening
I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening
I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening

[Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj]
In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather
Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather
Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether
Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better
I was the outcast kid, I run where the fun didn't, my nuts itched
I was defiant, always said, "Fuck shit"
Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one
I Also hated people too, til I start hearin' from some (liar)
See I don't beez in the trap, Johnny, I beez in the b's
And I be gassing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell
Fucking sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele
And bitches getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille
I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well
I tried to tell the kids, like fuck it, just start being yourself
These fucking rappers got stylists cause they can't think for themselves
See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help (Mother fucks)
But really, boy? Skinny jeans lookin' silly, boy
I'm in that yellow flannel thats about to bust out of the belly boy
Not a diss, but if it is then fuck it who is listening to this anymore
Wrestlemania 2000 with Nintendo 64 wires on the floor
Poppin' like oil ollie in fire flames
I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the fucking quiet game
The fuck am I saying? Dylan's not even a violent name
About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes
But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists
God damn menace, 999 and he's not finished
And my shit's missing, he hates women, but love kittens
See y'all tripping
See y'all tripping
See y'all tripping
Look at that article that says my subject matter's wrong
Saying I hate gays even though Frank Ocean is on my greatest song
Look at Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me
Though she ignores the talent her little boy has turned out to be
Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind
But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time
Look at the ones in the crowd, that shit is barnacles, huh?
They said "When you gonna do that stand up comedy bruh?"
But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan
And it's probably why I'm not getting no fucking mixtaped placements
And reverbnation can suck my dick, and I am not fuckin' playing
Bruh, they never played my tape, Found out I was white and made like Savannah they faking
"Rated Ex" fans are getting sick of my face and
All the "The Silent Echo" fans are getting sick of these tapes
But what about me? I'm getting sick of complaints
Narcissistic asshole but he gave you a platform to express what you think
Oh but no shit, who really gives a fuck what I think?
My fans don't, they turning on me, shit, they're almost extinct
Fuck buying studio time, I'mma go purchase a shrink
Record a diss track for every single one of you and send all you motherfuckers a link, bitch

[Hook]
You can't hear me over there
You can't hear me over here
I only hear crickets and earwax in my ear
I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening
I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening
I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening