Anna Kendrick
Allons! We must not stop here
However sweet these laid-up stores
However convenient this dwelling
We cannot remain here
However sheltered this port
However calm these waters
We must not anchor here
However welcome the hospitality
That surrounds us
We are permitted to receive it
But a little while so long
If I talk about having money
It's 'cause I was broke
And I want you to know that there's hope
You see, if Spose did it, you could do it
Froze, but maneuvered through the cold
Dude who grew up to
The bro looking superhuman
Selling hoodies or tees, like David
Got me so good at math
You'd think I was Asian
Sustained from Maine
Get paid for entertainment
Haters all jelly, like the middle of a danish
I'm getting money out of
Maine like Anna Kendrick
But I don't do this for the money
I do this for attention
'Cause I'm still underrated, not debated
Never mentioned
Even though I'm getting capital like
Starting of a sentence
Thirty-one-year-old white suburban rap dad
I was the nicest before ISIS had a black flag
I put four lines together before a hashtag
If you don't like me, you don't like you
You're lying, it's outright perjury
Maine celebrity and every housewife's
Heard of me short, but don't doubt that
I'm bout mine vertically blaow, walking out
Pockets stout like Germany
I've never had the preferred physique
To work the beats
With perfect teeth to blurt the speech
Here's a list of rappers I prefer to me
The inducements shall be greater
We will sail pathless and wild seas
We will go where winds blow, waves dash
And the Yankee clipper speeds
By under full sail
"What's the position you hold?"
"Can you really feed a family of six out in
The sticks with only a single going gold?"
"If P dank should fold
And you're left out in the cold
Is it back to flipping burgers
Waiting tables in the cove?" fuck no
I'm back to son you like your uncle's brother
Work under the moon until my
Tomb inside a pyramid
Someone asked me how it feels
To be a one-hit-wonder i said, "Good
But how does it feel to have zero hit's?"
I never quit till I fit like a glass slipper
The world's crazy
Every meal could be our last supper
Lines coming out my face with no cat whiskers
Taking risks could break my
Pockets like pass rushers
Spose, not the greatest
Ever? That's offensive
Looking at this goat, I see the resemblance
I'll smack Donald Trump back
To the Apprentice
Before death grays my anatomy
Like Patrick Dempsey
Bro, these billionaries don't give
A fuck about us would they show up at our
Funeral tomorrow? I doubt it
Even when the sky clouded I
Can still feel sun
Because my kids were born healthy
I got shelter plus lunch i'm trying to eat
So I can feed a portion of folks
Who never had a silver spoon at
The fork in the road
Take a look around, find something to like
'Cause I can't save us all
So good luck with your life