DEATHCAMP (feat. Cole Alexander)

Um, excuse me mister

But can you please turn down the lights

I don' really like all these cameras, man

And this shit just don't feel right (Yeah)

And I don' really wanna be rude to you, sir

But fuck you mean, I can't wear my hat in here?

And you got me fucked up, if you think I care, ****

Yeah

I hope you little **** is listening

Them Golf Boys is in this bitch like an infant

The blind **** used to make fun of my vision

And now I'm payin' mortgage and they stuck with tuition (Yeah)

So special the teacher asked if I was autistic (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And now I'm making plates, you just washing the dishes (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

So if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my kitchen (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But keep your ego here so I can butt fuck your opinion (Yeah)

But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions

Leader of the new school

And you will never catch me in none of their fucking shin-digs

I hope you fucking **** is angry, pissed, and offended

In search of did more for me than Illmatic

That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric

I made my own shit, you went out and bought yours

Man, I got too much drive, motherfucker, I hate traffic

La-di-da-di

I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative Christian fathers

When it's a lot at stake, carne asada but

Let's be honest, I'm really morphing

Named the album Cherry Bomb because Greatest Hits sounded boring

I don't like to follow the rules, she said that I must

I don't have any armpits

She wanted to talk to who's in charge of this golf shit

I said "Howdy do? How are you? I'm the sergeant"

And who I are isn't really important

My heart is as dark as a window with car tint

So hop in with your friends yellin' out ''Unpark it''

And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick

It's young T

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't like to follow the rules (Oh)

And that's just who I am (Oh)

I hope you understand (Oh)

Check, check it out

And I don't really think y'all cool (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

So give yourself a hand (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

No, no, give yourself a hand

Yeah

Better pose for that camera

You better pose, boy you better pose

And it's your life ****, I suppose

For the lights, for the camera, and the action

Now you're face is meltin'

From the flash and the big ol' lights

****, you ask for this life, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Welcome to deathcamp (Yeah alright)

Yeah, welcome to deathcamp (Better feel alright)

Yeah, welcome to deathcamp (Better feel alright)

Kissing on my bean bag (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

With your lips half on my tongue (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I'm finna moonwalk through your hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

For the lights, and the camera, and the action

This is fun I can tell (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I don't know if you'll handle it well (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But um, welcome to hell camp (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lights, and the camera, and the action

You should be mine in a way tonight

For the lights, and the camera, and the action