Thank you for being tight then
Thank you for being fine then
Thank you for teaching me
Aren't you all en- (woo)
I's feeling, I'm healing, I'm finally gold (amen)
And I done-done dry the soap
Better settle down, couldn't get it, could I cut it close?
Hit, didn't, and see the sweater roll (sheesh)
Y'all thought I was, thought I was good to go (amen)
But the don-don-domino's falling over
Couldn't control, it went to shit, I had to fold
And wouldn't you bet the label's gettin' 30 grand for what I wrote?
Only bro on the planet who never felt or demanded
To be the bеst of the better
I'm bеtting I'm next to be second
Thinking I'll swing in 'em innings
I'm having to hit or I'm out
27 strikes later, who's listening?
I've felt defeated, I've done conceded
Lost and desert in uncertain feelings
Broke down, I'm beaten, spat out from eatin'
Shat out in coffins, buried six feet, I woke
This seed won't stop to grow
From the cracks of the coffin's closed
29th try, I'm getting close to hit her home
Still swinging
Thank you
For being tight then so rude
For being fine then so cruel
For teaching me all that is good isn't great
For seeing me, a damn fool
For leading me to be you
Then leaving me
Aren't you all entertained?
Entertained
Entertained
Entertained (singing)
Aren't you all entertained?
You entertained yet?
I got 27 songs out now, that I put my heart to making
And another 27, singing 12 of 'em amazing
If I had to choose 'tween the 12, I think I'd say that
There's ten that I got, that I rock every show (oh)
Seven that I feel should be platinum or gold (oh)
Three that I fear that, I cried when I wrote
But you only clicked the top two, fuck would you know?
(I saw your act in the theater, you're really quite good)
Motherfucker, y'all don't even see it's just the top of me
And I deeper went steeper than my Jesus piece
You'd hear the fallacies
Someone trying to bees the knees
I'm a nothing but a front in front of a scene
Creatively, I lyrically went sheet to sheet and kneed the beat
You see the "me", it seems to be confusingly
The user be the one who deems hypotheses of scrutiny and fallacies
When neither he or she perceived the theme before they even tweet
The least that they could be to me's a vis-à-vis, who listens
(Bitch)
And pays attention
And reads what I write
Guarantees what I wrote
Understands what I mean
Maybe asks if you don't so
Wait, wait, isn't there another pre-chorus?
Not really I just wanna do the-
Thank you
For being tight then so rude
For being fine then so cruel
For teaching me all that is good isn't great
For seeing me, a damn fool
For leading me to be you
Then leaving me
Aren't you all entertained?
Entertained
Entertained
Entertained (singing)
Aren't you all entertained?