Dickheads (feat. Alex the Astronaut)

(Hey)

What's the matter putty cat?

Why you cookin' crack? (Aye)

Why you lookin' mad when it's me you lookin' at? (Aye)

You is not a boss

You're a sook, you're a dog

Gobble, gobble

You're a chook

Tryna squabble over rat bait

Wack, fake

You can't see the facts straight

Blind as a muhfucker

Stuck up in a bat cave

You get overlooked

You is shook, tryna throw the book

Pinocchio's a crook

You a donkey of the damn day

You a blagger on my bandwagon

Tryna mansplain

Lollygaggin' out your lung bags

You're a gas tank

You'd sell out your fam' for one grand

You're a hack, mate

I can count my fam' on one hand

You're a tax break

You, you

Gotta be about you, you

It's always gotta be about you, you

Always gotta be about you

(Hey)

I guess some people are dickheads

That's fine

They cannot help it

Unless you tell them

That's why they're dickheads

I ain't got time for that

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

I'ma spell it out but I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

Contradictions

Motherfuckin' walking contradictions

They're all I ever talk about in all my compositions

Scorned by poor decisions

Haunted by thoughts I'm thinkin'

Thwarted, so I thought I'd pen a song

Pour some liquor, you oughta listen

Thank you for sabotagin'

All that I hold important

Thank you, you're so supportive

I needed you, you ignored it

Convinced me that I'm no better

Buried me in your baggage

I'm bendin' backwards

Go ahead and pretend that it never happened, yeah

You, you

Gotta be about you, you

It's always gotta be about you, you

Always gotta be about you

(Hey)

I guess some people are dickheads

That's fine

They cannot help it

Unless you tell them

That's why they're dickheads

I ain't got time for that

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

I'ma spell it out but I don't care

I don't care

I don't care

(Yo, aye, aye, aye)

You play the plight of the victim

By cryin' and whingin'

You lyin'

Inside you're hidin' a villain

My life is a-mile-a-minute

I don't have the time for your fiction

I'm tired of thinkin' my friend is a friend

When he actually isn't

You have to admit it, I'm trapped reality

You just imaginary, you just pretendin'

You are an arrogant dickhead

You are a parody, packin' a nappy

I'm happy as Larry, apparently

You wouldn't know

You just assume that I have to be

You are just stupid and broke

Move! Get out the way, you're crowdin' my lane

Cloudy and rain

Blockin' the sun with your head

Your ego's amounting to pain

Fuck you, it must've been somethin' I said

You, you

Gotta be about you, you

It's always gotta be about you, you

Always gotta be about you

(Hey)

I guess (I guess)

Some people are dickheads

That's fine (That's fine)

They cannot help it

Unless you tell them

That's why they're dickheads

I ain't got time for that

Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)

Oh, yeah (Oh, yeah)

Oh, yeah

I'ma spell it out but I don't care (I don't care)

I don't care (I don't care)

I don't care

(Hey)

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) (You're a dickhead)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) (You're a dickhead)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Hey)

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Why's it gotta be about you?)