Nothing Really To It
[Verse 1]
I be that pretty motherfucker
Melbourne’s what I’m repping man, 500 Days of Summer
Man I know that shit sounds girly, thinking undercover
Why you like that hipster? Mister, she is who I breathe for
Not that kush, that racial dreamer
Why does every white guy thinks it’s cool to be a piper man?
The only Mary Jane for me is in my comic, Spiderman
I ain’t trying to be different, the style is trynna be me
The phase will pass momentarily, So I’ll act like it don’t bother me
That every teenybopper, Y.S, thug and a sick lad
Is bopping and slutting, shuffling and repping my vintage swag
While untalented chord strumming folk lords with half a voice
Bring out every last lyric about a girl for the boys
While they get in and make out with the girls at the parties
I feel awkward, not knowing what to do under the marquis
So I go in the room of the host and draw mustaches with Sharpies
Nothing special like penises, I’m not considered an artist

[Hook]
Yeah man, there’s really nothing to it
Yeah man, my brain will pass right through it
Yeah man, there’s really nothing to it
Bring your friends and we’ll dance to it
Man we living, just do it
[Verse 2]
Yeah, now I know that hook didn’t rhyme much
Take a train, a car or crime bus, choose your fate with cause, denied us
My brain is separated from reality
Real things are brutality
Built by hope of socialites
So
When I bring that pattern back
Everyone will cheer so clear
With some claps and thrown brassieres
From girls who quote bands like they’re Shakespeare
And all my friends will flat-f-flat-flat-f, flatter me
And everyone that ever saddened me
Will feel the back, back hand of me

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
The break creates some atmosphere
Gotta match that Chick’s career
Pun intended, not so clear
Release date every year
I do shows with no cosign
Simile trigonometry
But I’m pale, ain’t got no tan
I burn like Montgomery
[Hook] x2