Wisdumb - Whyumadtho Lyrics

Why you mad though, I'm an asshole, isn't that dope
Crackerjack rapper with a smack of Jack Daniel's
Time to get cancelled, go and make a lanyard
End up in a landfill, this isn't summer camp fool
Damsel in distress, end up unimpressed
Underdressed for this flesh that we peel off
Reel off all the reasons why you feel off, keel over
Talking bout hats and shoes, bruises, black and blues
That'll have to do pig, another trussed up new kid
Never trust a cool kid, stupid...
Obsessed with self esteem, the self is teeming
With scars that make us human...
Deuces and bruised hips, as useless as loose lips
That sink ships, I sink putts and fuck big butts
And plus... I don't blush when I talk about it
Everybody lies to you, want to talk about it?
Block it out or blog about it, tucker out or duck around it
Fuck around and cuckold a clown without a cloud in the sky
Lonely luck of the draw, don't be proud to be smiling
If you're wilding you should be...
Last name 'two shoes' first name 'Goodie Mob'
Grab some concrete sneaks put a hoodie on
Could be armed, don't know if I should be, ah
Woe be gone, hoes be gone, light side of Obi-Wan
Tenuous links that pass as metaphors, Drake
What kind of a rapper's never tried purple drank?
What kind of a rapper's never even gotten paid?
I don't know about the rapture, I'm not tryna get saved
Wait- Go shorty! It's your death day
Sip Bacardi till we get faded, mayday, may day
It's may 5th, Cinco de Mayo, that's some shit you don't play with
Hey chick, waitress, I feel strangely violated
"Check please," lest these testees get ungracious
Lil' B, I'm the based-est, I mean best-est, don't get restless
Or be saying what I said bitch... Straight outta easy street
Jeezy pete, don't give a fuck if you see me weep
I be bleeding in Eden, eating ambrosia
Soldier of the dvd's what.fm sold ya
Hold up, I'm a soldier, 'bout to blow up
J. Cole ain't know what happened when I show up
Why you mad though...

Why you mad though, I'm an asshole, isn't that dope
Crackerjack rapper with a smack of Jack Daniel's
Time to get cancelled, go and make a lanyard
End up in a landfill, this isn't summer camp fool
Damsel in distress, end up unimpressed
Underdressed for this flesh that we peel off
Reel off all the reasons why you feel off, keel over
Talking bout hats and shoes, bruises, black and blues
That'll have to do pig, another trussed up new kid
Never trust a cool kid, stupid...
Obsessed with self esteem, the self is teeming
With scars that make us human...
Deuces and bruised hips, as useless as loose lips
That sink ships, I sink putts and fuck big butts
And plus... I don't blush when I talk about it
Everybody lies to you, want to talk about it?
Block it out or blog about it, tucker out or duck around it
Fuck around and cuckold a clown without a cloud in the sky
Lonely luck of the draw, don't be proud to be smiling
If you're wilding you should be...
Last name 'two shoes' first name 'Goodie Mob'
Grab some concrete sneaks put a hoodie on
Could be armed, don't know if I should be, ah
Woe be gone, hoes be gone, light side of Obi-Wan
Tenuous links that pass as metaphors, Drake
What kind of a rapper's never tried purple drank?
What kind of a rapper's never even gotten paid?
I don't know about the rapture, I'm not tryna get saved
Wait- Go shorty! It's your death day
Sip Bacardi till we get faded, mayday, may day
It's may 5th, Cinco de Mayo, that's some shit you don't play with
Hey chick, waitress, I feel strangely violated
"Check please," lest these testees get ungracious
Lil' B, I'm the based-est, I mean best-est, don't get restless
Or be saying what I said bitch... Straight outta easy street
Jeezy pete, don't give a fuck if you see me weep
I be bleeding in Eden, eating ambrosia
Soldier of the dvd's what.fm sold ya
Hold up, I'm a soldier, 'bout to blow up
J. Cole ain't know what happened when I show up
Why you mad though...