Flexicution Remix by Antone Lyrics
[Verse 1: AnTone]
OMG. They want to change my tone? Oh, oh, oh woe is me
Fuck anybody trying to think the same. They don't want me to speak openly
Just two weeks into school got me feeling like I'm an April Fool
Lost my job, lost my books, now I got to put up with this middle school shit
Shit with a fucking toupee on your head. Damn. What a fucking shithead
Keeping shit on lock. Don't even want to talk about the stupid shit that you fucking said
I need to change? What ever happened to being you? (Be You)
Don't forget to be you and to stay true to anything you set your mind to
I don't fucking judge. I'm trying to be a lawyer
I'm trying to go to the top top and they want to stop stop me cause I annoy her
If she got a problem, she could talk to me
I wouldn't persecute her like Socrates
I'm thinking everything was going really good
And now I'm feeling like I'm my undercheese
What the actual fuck?
At a time where I fucked up my luck
I heard your sick of my rap talk, and I guess you couldn't toughen up enough
Tell me all that shit directly
We could've settled it all gently
Now I'm saying fuck you like a million times
Damn. I'm feeling so healthy
And I'm not even that wealthy though
But I'll rap until I hit twenty four
That's when I aim to blow up, and even then, I have like twenty more
I'll recover from the back stab. Just get my shit in a trash bag
It's like you cheat, but you hit me later
With all these friends, who the hell needs haters?
OMG. They want to change my tone? Oh, oh, oh woe is me
Fuck anybody trying to think the same. They don't want me to speak openly
Just two weeks into school got me feeling like I'm an April Fool
Lost my job, lost my books, now I got to put up with this middle school shit
Shit with a fucking toupee on your head. Damn. What a fucking shithead
Keeping shit on lock. Don't even want to talk about the stupid shit that you fucking said
I need to change? What ever happened to being you? (Be You)
Don't forget to be you and to stay true to anything you set your mind to
I don't fucking judge. I'm trying to be a lawyer
I'm trying to go to the top top and they want to stop stop me cause I annoy her
If she got a problem, she could talk to me
I wouldn't persecute her like Socrates
I'm thinking everything was going really good
And now I'm feeling like I'm my undercheese
What the actual fuck?
At a time where I fucked up my luck
I heard your sick of my rap talk, and I guess you couldn't toughen up enough
Tell me all that shit directly
We could've settled it all gently
Now I'm saying fuck you like a million times
Damn. I'm feeling so healthy
And I'm not even that wealthy though
But I'll rap until I hit twenty four
That's when I aim to blow up, and even then, I have like twenty more
I'll recover from the back stab. Just get my shit in a trash bag
It's like you cheat, but you hit me later
With all these friends, who the hell needs haters?