What a year
One more time, listen up
As soon as I heard this beat, I knew I had to steal that Jigga flow
2022 is almost over, but it really ain't over though
Cause you didn't hear my new album yet
Yeah, crypto just crashed
But you know there's no way that I'm gunna land on my ass
I land on my feet, I've got nine lives like a cat
And I love my cat more than pretty much any human being
On the face of this piece of shit fuckin' planet
I don't plan for this to happen but every time I leave the house
I come up with a new lyric and so I go to jot it down on a shitty old napkin
Forgot it in the car and you blew your nose with it a week later
Blue ink all over your face now, see you later alligator
I've developed a sixth-sense for a stupid fuckin' hater
All over my social media like it's his job
I mean it probably is, but that doesn't make you any less of a fat slob
Have you considered working at the CIA or the FBI or CSIS or something?
Put those skills to good use, bitch, but actually you'd be pretty useless
And that is just the excuse I'm gunna use
To screw with another stupid motherfucker piling up on my douche list
There goes 2022
It's like a postcard from me to you
I don't know what you're gunna do when they're coming for you
There goes 2022
It's like a postcard from me to fuckin' you
I don't know what you're gunna do when they're coming for you
You think I've been speaking my mind up to this point
But I've been biting my fucking tongue bitch
My shit-list is getting humungous
Two years I'm taken through the fucking ringer, but now fuck it
'Cause I'm free and I can say what the hell I want to say
I'm a free being and a sovereign
And those are the same the same goddamn thing
So, I don't even know what I'm rambling about anymore
Because I've said what I have to say about fifty million times before
So, I might as well just cut it out, right? Uh, wrong
No, I'm going to keep going, so pass me that bong, I'm writing a song
Can you please get a grip on your mom?
I can see me and you getting along
FTX crash, out to the Bahamas
Sam Bankman-Fried would love to pay you
But he's suddenly hacked, all of the crypto is gone, whoops
Where did it go? What do you know?
Look at his name, giving his money away, drives a Toyota Corolla
Could you imagine a Western outbreak of Ebola?
Or energy bills that go through the roof
No power, no TV, no stove, uh
And I'll just let you know this because no-one else will
When the numbers line up, that's called synchronicity
Two-twenty-two, end of the show, hah
There goes 2022
It's like a postcard from me to you
I don't know what you're gunna do when they're coming for you
There goes 2022
It's like a postcard from me to fuckin' you
I don't know what you're gunna do when they're coming for you