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music as a hobby - the jokerr lyrics

here goes that old school super raw growl voice jokerr sh*t
let’s talk about this two face little b*tch with the broken sh*t
hoping that my throat gets slit, are you on opioids?
are you smoking sh*t, that got you feeling like the hulk again?

you’re really pushing in your poker chips
as if i don’t know more people in your city than both you pr*cks
you think i won’t hop on a plane, fly to bradley
then drag you across the enterprise, (?) and choke you b*tch?

you think i forgotten where both you live?
you think i wouldn’t come to your front porch and leave you with a broken rib?
‘member that .44 magnum you held around your neck?
i really have guns, b*tch! with me it ain’t just a sound effect! *gunshot*

i can’t believe the size of the b*lls on you petty f*ggots
“man, someone needs to put them in their place.” yeah i’m already at it!
think you can do music in this scene and then just avoid me?
i don’t think so motherf*cker, all you did was just annoy me!

i’m watching all your social media pages
and praying to god that you announce a pf engagement
i got my travelocity account, ready to book the ticket
jump on my phone now, all i gotta do is cl!ck it!

i’ll be quiet as a motherf*cking cricket ’til you least expect it
walk up to your face and ask you kindly to repeat your threats
then have you point out your friends you claim you about to blast
then beat the sh*t out they asses, the whole crowd will laugh!
see, what you failed to f*cking remember
is i don’t duck like a b*tch and i’m not some thug and pretender
you like to build yourself up in your mind and puff up your image to try
and bluff what you’ve never been real enough to engender my n*gga

you ain’t the type for it, you ain’t got the spine for it
your so called brother is a pathological lying b*tch
threw you under the bus when you first had gotten fired
dipped out to phoenix, then talked sh*t about you the entire trip

i bet you he never mentioned that sh*t at all, did he?
i bet you when he spoke about me it was all pity
i bet you when he spoke about y’all it was all pretty
funny how we never had a three way call, did we?

you ever stop to think that maybe if he lied on you
he’s lying ’bout me to get your support, ’cause that’s what liars do!
probably, but you don’t care, ’cause you ain’t trynna find a truth
you’re trying to get your homie back so both of y’all could fly the coup

but if he ditched you once then, he’ll probably dip again
you’ll probably flip on him over some dumb b*tch again
and she’ll probably break your heart and skip out with some other dude
’cause that’s how coward ass these loyal motherf*ckers move

one thing i learned about b*tch n*ggas is they run in packs
suck each others sacks, and claim that they got each others backs
but when it’s time to actually ride, it’s none of that
they turn around, run, and scatter off like a bunch of rats!
so you could push whatever narrative morally posture
talk about god, make this sh*t even more horribly awkward
or you can sit there in your mom’s house in massachusetts
get high with anthony, and entertain your brash illusions

but let’s just be real , we both know what the deal is
you’re a musical scooby doo villain, dressed like a gorilla
but you’re really just a weak fence*riding b*tch with a complex
who’s never had the b*lls to really chase your dreams at all yet

so you don’t know sh*t about facing trouble
you live your whole music career up inside an imagination bubble
one person who actually thought you were something gold
and you hung up the phone with and then subsequently f*cking ghosted

so how the h*ll you supposed to survive in california?
you know you couldn’t, and 30’s right around the corner
and you’ve been trynna be an artist for like half your life
and still ain’t done jack ’cause you’re f*cking afraid of sacrifice!

talk about all the work you put in? n*gga please
what work? recording sh*tty mix tapes, and l!cking z’s?
you must have contracted a sick disease, dissing me
you’ll get ripped with ease like leaves from eucalyptus trees

j, j, remember dead horse brother, listen breathe
you’re right, i need’a leave this n*gga be
but he disrespected me, and i stuck out my neck out for him twice!
well, he’ll be doing music as a hobby for the rest of his life
huh, i didn’t even think about that
he’ll be doing music as a hobby for the rest of his life
huh, why am i stressing, you’re right?
he’ll be doing music as a hobby for the rest of his life

(music as a hobby)
for the rest of your life, doing
(music as a hobby)
for the rest of your life, n*gga
the thought alone should infect you with fright
you’ll be doing
(music as a hobby)
for the rest of your life
(music as a hobby)
for the rest of your life, doing
(music as a hobby)
for the rest of your life
all those people who said you won’t make it
i guess they were right
you’ll be doing
(music as a hobby)
for the rest of your life
(continued)

(outro)

- the jokerr lyrics

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