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intro - coldxman lyrics

my old teacher, the one who would give me lessons
saw me the other day, and we got to reminiscin’
said she heard “neurotic”, and thought it was so aggressive
that’s my only life i’m busy makin’ a mess of

initially, i was tempted to say “f*ck you!”
i’m just trying to write some tight music to bump to
for sad teenagers to laugh and discover bud to
for old people like you to remember how to have fun to

then i thought about it a second, and she was right
i can’t go around bein’ edgy all of my life
like peter pan is a fully unrealistic story
about a boy who, during p*b*rty
never seemed to be h*rny
that’s why that sh*t is so corny

i mean, do i want that?
nah, i wanna outgrow the grounds i used to stomp at
take all of my childish*type habits and dump that
in the trash with my diapers and hyper*masculine, dumb raps

y’all won’t have to babysit me
i’ll live in society, and have mature relationships
and businesses will hire me when they see
that a major in philosophy was my degree
and when i make that table split
with all the sk!lls that i can bring
basically, it’s time to be an adult
what follows is a body of work that will soothe the soul
as you listen to it, just keep the volume low
(spoken) ’cause you might have neighbors, or sh*t, you know?

hey! trust me! i don’t give a f*ck
(….volcano…)
trust me! i don’t give a f*ck
(….volcano…)

look, i know i got anger i need to work on
take it out in the music so none of y’all gettin’ worked
i got a couple fanatics, but no one it gettin’ hurt
except my d*ck, ’cause i bag the batty like i’m a burqa…

uhhh… or a hijab
i try to be polite, but i never do
a good job
i’m trying to turn it right, but i never
loosen the kn*b
i’m trying to stick it through, but my life is
not a kebab
(it’s really not)

(is he, is he)
is he rebel without a cause?
nah, i’m the devil who’s countin’ cards
like trying to make h*lla money at twenty*one
and the odds are stacked against him
like initial pickin’ the monty hall
i realize words hurt, so i cut the bullsh*t
i heard the brain doesn’t distinguish
between a front kick and a diss
honestly, i was gonna tell you to suck it
but if it’s all the same
i’ll f*ck you up with some punches

trust me! i don’t give a f*ck
(….volcano…)
trust me! i don’t give a f*ck
(….volcano…)

- coldxman lyrics

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