Odd Future - *****ing Lame Lyrics
[Verse 1]I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking cleanerDrinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajitaMy passenger seat is occupied by SenoritaAnd mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet herI don't really need her, I'm just tryna treat her real niceSo later on, up in the night, I could go beat herAnd make a lie about the gonorrheaSo she don't feel guilty about me wanting to leave herThat "*****" on t-shirt print is cheetahAnd I got that '87 bunny flow, like an EasterBasket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds with old glassesBut I'm still liable to get my ass kickedConned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the atticWhere you losers can't get meNikon and the Canon, they were never the sameAnd please do not take a picture, I can't be seen with you lames[Hook]Man, y'all some mutha*****in' lamesMan, y'all some mutha*****in' lamesDon't lie to yourself, y'all some lamesMan, y'all some lamesThe Canon don't flash, y'all some lamesI cannot be seen with you lamesYou motha*****as is some lames[Verse 2]Can't stop for, flashing, like a cop carMe and.. rock well, I'm a rock star***** y'all the O.F. is banging on 'emCustom curlex rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'emY'all drug dealers, I Carl Sagan on 'emChop and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'emMy shirt is yellow, but the grill is goldI couldn't take the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is oldI can't skate, but I guess that's lost controlI don't have sense, sorry I sold my soulFor some gold Bapes low-price, stale rateAuthentic, never fake, check the poll, our statisticStay with authentics, check my steeloCause my mob's goodie like we CeeloAnd he know, I am yes and even she knowEvery instrument is a gram, kilo
