Smirking

(This goes out, this goes out)

Shouts to all the boys that used to laugh at me
Wearing dirty smirks on their faces while they're passing, see
All the work I put in while ye were half asleep
Now "when's the next show" is all they're asking me

Shouts to all the girls that stood me up for years
You made me think I wasn't good enough
Now you're at my shows with your man, wishing you could have fucked
So I get my middle fingers and I put them up

Like B, everyday someone laughed at me, likely Imma say what I have to see
Imma classical rascal, bust a bastard's teeth in your daddy's car, you were passing me
People like ye could never break my soul, so give me the steering wheel and Imma take control
They say I couldn't do it, so I made it, so now they say "Hazey, bro, you're on the radio"
Turn that shit up and play it loud, sing my lyrics to wash out your mouth
For all the bad shit that you said about me, never doubt me, I'm forever rowdy
Getting cloudy with my day ones, getting mouldy every stage I'm on
Stepping around ye until I'm nameless, gone

Shouts to all the boys that used to laugh at me
Wearing dirty smirks on their faces while they're passing, see
All the work I put in while ye were half asleep
Now "when's the next show" is all they're asking me

Shouts to all the girls that stood me up for years
You made me think I wasn't good enough
Now you're at my shows with your man, wishing you could have fucked
So I get my middle fingers and I put them up

Singing follow me, follow me, swallowing these colonies of wannabes
Honestly I don't want no apologies, no apology, just follow me, follow me

Shouts to the woman that said I wasn't good enough
I bet you're wishing that you never never stood me up
And now you're left talking about how good we look
And how much it fucking took for us to get here

Oh believe I'll be self made
Drew the blue prints and templates
Who knew the new kids would soon say, soon say I'm the sensei
Let the mood fade, Haze, feng shui full of tense ways
With a red face stating statements in a stressed way about bein' raised in an estate

You're stuck in a cycle loop loop
You spend your life riding through

You're stuck in a cycle loop loop
You spend your life riding through

I'm doing this shit near a decade, ye're all fucking amateurs
I'm Hazey in real life, and ye're all playing characters

You fucking avatar, I'll batter you black and blue
Hack then use your Adam's app for food
You bastard, plastic fool, who the fuck was fucking asking you
I said who the fucking, fucking fuck was asking you, now

Fuck all ye boys who used to to laugh at me, and fuck all ye girls that stood me up
Yeah fuck all ye boys who used to laugh at me, yeah fuck 'um

Is mise, is mise, is mise Hazey...