222 (The Finale) Lyrics

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