Hypersonic Crowbar of the Heart

[Intro]
Yes sir! (Yay)
Hi! (What?) I'm...
Chris

[Verse 1]
You jumped the gun and now you’re catchin’ bullets, chakka, chakka (Chk-chk, bam!)
You said I’m losing touch, I’m flyin’ off my rocker, rocker (Ee-ee)
Well no more nodding, I don’t care
I ain’t your centerpiece
I’m wiggin’ out
Keep pullin’ on your hair over me
Bitch, I’m growin’ it out, yeah
My skin’s clear, teeth white, I’ll show you around
(Ha ha ha)
New fortress
Out in Bed Stuy
I’m dinged up, black eyes, but I smile wide
Beat myself up, bloody mouth, like a boxer, boxer (Ding! Tch, tch)
Yeah I’ve been reassessing, you can call me doctor, doctor
You think I’ll fold, but I fill houses
Workin’ till it’s all sold out-ed
Got my crew, like what I do?
They say I’m growin’ but

[Chorus]
This is the part where you let me go
Don’t even know who you are
Well sayonara, au revoir, yeah
I hope this makes you hurt cause it’s my hypersonic crowbar of the heart
I’m pryin’ myself open
I wanna see the sun
And pryin’s painful
But pain is half the fun, yeah

[Spoken]
Yeah baby!
I like this again! Just like the Gank Track!
I make music and shit!
(Woo!)

[Verse 2]
To think what kept me cooped up was a fear of folks
Seein’ me for me
Now I got so much bravado
Yeah, I’m a pair of motherfuckers
C and B (Yeah)
I got three names, crackin’ skulls (One, two, three)
With the greeting, greeting (Hello)
Put on your suit motherfucker
I’m what meetings are about (Wa-bam)
I’ll wear Hawai’ians and khakis
I’m business casual
You say you left me behind (Mm)
Call that shit collateral (I'm good!)
I don’t need validation or success to fucking goober out
I said it in Track 1, I’m Gwen Stefani, no doubt (bananas!)
No confidence, oh you’re incompetent? (Uh-huh)
I’m winding it out
Got my crowbar on the hand with the Casio calc (Three, two, one)

[Chorus]
This is the part where you let me go
Don’t even know who you are
Well sayonara, au revoir
I hope this makes you hurt cause it’s my hypersonic crowbar of the- (What?!)
I’m crackin’ myself open (...en)
Yeah, I wanna see the sun (Sing it, sing it! Yeah! Sing it, Chris! Woo!)
(God! We could use some friends)
And pryin’s painful
But pain is half the fun
And I’m feelin’ hopeful
'Cause I got my hypersonic crowbar of the
Hypersonic crowbar of the motherfuckin’ heart

[Outro]
Where I come from, they say one door closes, and you kick the other one open. Move forward, son