You are somebody that I don’t know but you’re taking shots at me like its patron and I’m just like damn It’s 7:00 a.m Say it in the street, that’s a knockout but just say it in a tweet. That’s a cop-out and I’m just like hey Are you okay? And I ain’t trying to mess with your self-expression, but I’ve learned a lesson that’s dressing and obsessing about somebody else is no fun And snakes and songs never broke You can’t sue You need to just so can you just not down You are somebody that we don’t know but you’re coming up my friends like a mess all but you mind When you could be glide On the street at the parade she would rather be in the dark age just making that sign must’ve taken all night You just need to take several seats and then try to restore the piece and control your urges to scream about all the people you hate Cached never made anybody less gay We see you over there on the internet Comparing all the girls who are killing it, but we figured you out. Oh, no now we all got crowns You need to come home