Dear Labels

Lyrics

Oh, here's a story for ya
 Two chickens walking down the street
 It's actually one chicken
 One chicken walks down the street
 Looks across the road to another chicken
 He sees an older chicken
 Much more plump than he's used to
 And the other chicken goes
 Hey what's up? Yeah
 What's the deal with young chickens? I
 Want an older chicken that knows that grown business
 Ya know?
 I'm narcissistic, look at me
 I'm an artist ebt
 Couldn't help the fact I'm starving for that MTV
 And a deal, but a three sixty one at that
 But it'd be pretty shitty I'd be sitting pretty where I'm at
 Pay my rent and I'll sell you my soul
 If you could please just trade it for a french bread roll
 I'm fucking starving, look at me
 Now dear labels, can't you see
 I'm the one that fucking bleeds
 Tears and sweats every day of the week
 Now look at me
 I won't write you a fucking pop song
 But I'll write you a analytical thesis about your mom
 And why she's a great woman
 Look at me
 I want it more than anything else that I could ever fucking be
 Look at me
 Now look at me
 I can kinda play piano but
 But not really
 Look at me, look at me
 Look at me, look at me
 Look at me, I'm alright
 Right? Please
 Look at me, look at me
 Look at me, look at me, I'm alright
 Dear labels, uh
 But on a day that's not so far
 You're gonna hear me whether you like it or not
 On a day that's not so far
 You're gonna hear me whether you like it or not
 Whether you like it or not, 'cause
 'Cause I'm 2016 Fat Joe
 Who just did seven and a half years of straight cardio
 I'm rap game's House
 Except I'm not a fucking doctor though
 Wow
 Tell them labels I'm everything they'd ever want
 If all they want is a rapper that calls his mom, daily
 Just to see what's going on
 'Cause he misses her and
 She misses her baby
 Please help me
 Please, help me find my mom a house
 That I could go to every fucking weekend, please
 Please, please, help me buy my mom a house
 That I could go to every fucking weekend
 I'm an artist with a certain special something
 And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing
 I'm an artist with a certain special something
 And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing
 I'm an artist with a certain special something
 And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing
 I'm an artist with a certain special something
 And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing
 I'm an artist with a certain special something
 And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:34
Key
9
Tempo
78 BPM

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