Oh Well
Okay, these motherfuckers always exaggerate the payments
Talking from the point of view of a layman
What do you want me to say, amen, I mean hey man
Look I got a plan
Stop before you ask me where I got them ray bans
No money to get vans
All I get is hard conversations with my mom and dad
Am I on the right path
My dreams seem to be made of glass, shit
I don't like classic
Where are the matchsticks
All I want is a pint in the Cayman, islands
I've seen a lot of violence
I've caused a lot of silence
But right now my future hangs above my head
I can see the fucking talons
And I got no talent
And I don't have culture
And I'm running out of excuses cos my race car's punctured, mm
So what do you want me to say
What do you want me to say, huh
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
I wear every piece of bling in the house I got two chains
I put her gold on my mouth she screaming my name
I ain't going to a party with no cocaine
I'm sick of dumplings so tonight we having lo mein
Your guys striking out at clubs cos they got no game
Meanwhile your girl's giving head to a no name
She like Coldplay I'm more into roleplay
Come back to mine maybe we can skip the foreplay
I'm all out of beer, but I got some chardonnay
Don't even know how it tastes
Whole bottle's going to waste
Morning we go again
I'm Kendrick with the pen
Put the ball in the box don't try to walk it in
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
Guys on my dick sucking me off I'm back in high school
I ain't talking about girls man, nah that ain't a typo
Your bitch ain't my type though
Turning into Norman Bates at the end like I'm in Psycho
Too much on my plate still don't know how to ride a bicycle
Don't like what I'm saying bitch you can sue me for libel
So many good deeds just to end up back in hell
Oh well, mm mm
What do you want me to say
It's the same old fucking days again and again
What do you want me to say
What do you want me to say
Back in the same old days
Just trying to find my way
Wish that I could be on Sways
I'm so fucking tired of playing
God send me a message, man
God send me a motherfucking message
Talking from the point of view of a layman
What do you want me to say, amen, I mean hey man
Look I got a plan
Stop before you ask me where I got them ray bans
No money to get vans
All I get is hard conversations with my mom and dad
Am I on the right path
My dreams seem to be made of glass, shit
I don't like classic
Where are the matchsticks
All I want is a pint in the Cayman, islands
I've seen a lot of violence
I've caused a lot of silence
But right now my future hangs above my head
I can see the fucking talons
And I got no talent
And I don't have culture
And I'm running out of excuses cos my race car's punctured, mm
So what do you want me to say
What do you want me to say, huh
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
I wear every piece of bling in the house I got two chains
I put her gold on my mouth she screaming my name
I ain't going to a party with no cocaine
I'm sick of dumplings so tonight we having lo mein
Your guys striking out at clubs cos they got no game
Meanwhile your girl's giving head to a no name
She like Coldplay I'm more into roleplay
Come back to mine maybe we can skip the foreplay
I'm all out of beer, but I got some chardonnay
Don't even know how it tastes
Whole bottle's going to waste
Morning we go again
I'm Kendrick with the pen
Put the ball in the box don't try to walk it in
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
I'm in pain
But I embrace myself
Love thy neighbour
But I hate myself
Do me a favour
Pray tell can you please
I hate it when people be looking at me when I sneeze
Look in the mirror
I can't face myself
Regrets with no label creeping on my shelf
Oh well, what can I say
Guess it doesn't really matter when you can't help anyway
Guys on my dick sucking me off I'm back in high school
I ain't talking about girls man, nah that ain't a typo
Your bitch ain't my type though
Turning into Norman Bates at the end like I'm in Psycho
Too much on my plate still don't know how to ride a bicycle
Don't like what I'm saying bitch you can sue me for libel
So many good deeds just to end up back in hell
Oh well, mm mm
What do you want me to say
It's the same old fucking days again and again
What do you want me to say
What do you want me to say
Back in the same old days
Just trying to find my way
Wish that I could be on Sways
I'm so fucking tired of playing
God send me a message, man
God send me a motherfucking message
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Writer(s): Sanchay Wadhwa
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