Oh Well... Lyrics

Dear friends,

Welcome to the beginning of something great

and the end of something familiar

Ha ha ha ha

Uhh, feels good to be back

We don't take no "L"

Hey, hey, hey, c'mon

Quarter zip I'm flippin' in order to still afford the shit

That most of y'all are granted from parents, and now you horde the shit

Or maybe take for granted, I'm sandwiched between a war with shit

Like, should I be a good boy or murder a track and torture it?

Decide, it's suicide

Don't try to force the shit or lie

The dude abides

And Walter tortures it

I tried to live a life

Was way too corporate

So dived into my mind

Guess I was born for this

A thorn that's in your side

From a rose is not too unfortunate

Cause that just means you stop to enjoy your moment

It's torturous how every single minute

Attention spans are a force

For which a company can profit

Addicted and disproportionate

Cause if you got a mission

Their mission is to abort the shit

Keep feeding you drama

Conspiracy, porn, and horror shit

Tired of the devil

Distracting us from the Lord

And quit telling us for nothing

If algorithms are forcing it

I'm out (woo)

Giving them hell

Hoping it sells

Heaven ain't a place

That you can show and tell

Maybe I'm late

I tell 'em "Oh well"

Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell

Giving them hell

Hoping it sells

Heaven ain't a place

That you can show and tell

Maybe I'm late

I tell 'em "Oh well"

Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell

Giving them hell

Hoping it sells

Heaven isn't something

That you can just show and tell

And maybe I'm late

I tell 'em "Oh well"

And you think that I stink

Just a hater that can't smell (woo)

Switching up the flow is so mandatory

Every 4 to 8 won't play this for the bars

But for catchy words and each horrid take

Some thinking it's hot

Some thinking it's cold

What a porridge take

Cause I'm rapping just right

With Goldilocks tryna fornicate

I tore her cake and iced in between her buns

Now the whore is late

Plan A wasn't perfect

But Plan B aborts before it takes

Making sure she swallows

Open wide

Now we're forced to wait

You're sick of the story

Imagine before this war was waged

You think rap is boring

Well fuck you, bitch

Take my order, wait

You're serving my porter steak?

Ha, ha

That's sort of fate

Tell me you adore me

Ha, ha

The order's late

Service really shitty

My only tip is try not to hate

And keep numbin' your problems

Sippin' bottles of liquor

Money ain't healing trauma

That's cutting into you deeper

And you can smile bigger and bigger for every picture

But I still see the chip on your shoulder

That keeps you bitter, yeah yeah

Giving them hell

Hoping it sells

Heaven ain't a place

That you can show and tell

Maybe I'm late

I tell 'em "Oh well"

Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell

Giving them hell

Hoping it sells

Heaven ain't a place

That you can show and tell

Maybe I'm late

I tell 'em "Oh well"

Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell

Giving them hell

Hoping it sells

Heaven isn't something

That you can just show and tell

And maybe I'm late

I tell 'em "Oh well"

And you think that I stink

Just a hater that can't smell

Oh well

Oh well

Oh well

You could be somebody that was gifted with a talent used for making a change

Instead you told 'em "Oh well"

Oh well

Oh well

Oh well

Oh well

Oh well

What the hell do I know?

Anyways

Everyday I'm still wishin' I was paid

Either way I'm making it they feel a way

Feel a way

I just don't know

I just don't know