Stupid
Uh oh, woah
Misfit, he just wants to live us, misfit
That's why he's mad
All you gotta do is, get a bag, whip a six-speed jag
Rock a rolly in a jet that you bought cash
Slam a bottle, worry bout it later
Get your homeboy accountant from stats to do the math
Fenty, Prada, Gucci, and Louis to pop tags
Hit up every club in the city to smack ass
If you smack one too many then you're a dad
He wants to live like us that's why he's mad
Not me predicting your reaction like that
Not me pretending to care while I laugh
I'm really not a fan of the hate
But like a baseball cap, I'll, snap back
When comes to real I'm the man of steel
And it seems y'all be confusing with men who steal
Squeaky wheel, I get the oil, y'all get the rims that spin
Weird flex, I'd rather not be in debt
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, foreign cars, and gold bars
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, sure it's artificial, but we love it tho
Chasing that lifestyle, I'd kill for that lifestyle
Even though it's so damn stupid
But we love it though, that's why he's mad
Every single day, chasing this stupid lifestyle, even I love it
Even I love it
You should take a note from frozen, this'll help you, let it go
Sit back relax, inhale a couple chemicals
Ain't even a crime no more this shit is clinical
Anything it takes suppressing that we're miserable
Anything it takes suppressing that we're miserable
Yo I ain't tryna be the bearer of the bad news
But I'm an advocate for doing what you have to
And what I have to do is go nuts, cashews
Outta my jar, Ragu
One dude, in one room, with one dream
Who's been working harder, man or machine
Memories into what I'll become
And like the last line, it starts and ends with me
Done passing the blame and blaming the fame
You ain't getting any better driving orders from Sbarro
I know the truth is hard to swallow
But you ain't getting any closer to your goals tomorrow
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, foreign cars, and gold bars
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, sure it's artificial, I'm in love with that
He just wants to live like us lifestyle, I'd kill for that lifestyle
Even though it's so damn stupid
But we love it though, that's why he's mad
Every single day, chasing this stupid lifestyle, even I love it
Even I love it
Even I love it
That's why he's mad
Misfit, he just wants to live us, misfit
That's why he's mad
All you gotta do is, get a bag, whip a six-speed jag
Rock a rolly in a jet that you bought cash
Slam a bottle, worry bout it later
Get your homeboy accountant from stats to do the math
Fenty, Prada, Gucci, and Louis to pop tags
Hit up every club in the city to smack ass
If you smack one too many then you're a dad
He wants to live like us that's why he's mad
Not me predicting your reaction like that
Not me pretending to care while I laugh
I'm really not a fan of the hate
But like a baseball cap, I'll, snap back
When comes to real I'm the man of steel
And it seems y'all be confusing with men who steal
Squeaky wheel, I get the oil, y'all get the rims that spin
Weird flex, I'd rather not be in debt
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, foreign cars, and gold bars
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, sure it's artificial, but we love it tho
Chasing that lifestyle, I'd kill for that lifestyle
Even though it's so damn stupid
But we love it though, that's why he's mad
Every single day, chasing this stupid lifestyle, even I love it
Even I love it
You should take a note from frozen, this'll help you, let it go
Sit back relax, inhale a couple chemicals
Ain't even a crime no more this shit is clinical
Anything it takes suppressing that we're miserable
Anything it takes suppressing that we're miserable
Yo I ain't tryna be the bearer of the bad news
But I'm an advocate for doing what you have to
And what I have to do is go nuts, cashews
Outta my jar, Ragu
One dude, in one room, with one dream
Who's been working harder, man or machine
Memories into what I'll become
And like the last line, it starts and ends with me
Done passing the blame and blaming the fame
You ain't getting any better driving orders from Sbarro
I know the truth is hard to swallow
But you ain't getting any closer to your goals tomorrow
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, foreign cars, and gold bars
What a lifestyle, lifestyle, sure it's artificial, I'm in love with that
He just wants to live like us lifestyle, I'd kill for that lifestyle
Even though it's so damn stupid
But we love it though, that's why he's mad
Every single day, chasing this stupid lifestyle, even I love it
Even I love it
Even I love it
That's why he's mad
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Writer(s): Carlton Jones
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