Comic Relief Lyrics

The white boy's back, but these lines aren't wasted

The rest of y'all rappin' so basic

I'm so humble like my mother

Man, I don't need your admiration

Just comment, "Congratulations!"

If you get one shot, don't take it

And it's true that I do make music

Too bad that I'm never gon' face it - look

Some nights, I will stay up and have a breakdown

Other nights, I'll kick back and play Warzone

I used to jump in the booth and shout swear words

Sound like beep-beep-beep-beep - nah, that's morse code

Comin' from a high school that only did have one half-black student

And that's actually true, so you may be askin'

How I got wrapped up in this rap music

Well let me tell ya

I thought it slapped, then I rapped to it in my dad's Buick

And it hit me harder than a brick like Shaq shootin'

Let's get back to it

I don't got no chill, I'm warm

All of my clothes been worn

I don't spend money on anything

Hand-me-downs since I was born, I'm poor

I don't keep up with lifestyle

I don't even know what's happenin' right now

My two wrists are closer to bein' arthritic

Than they are to bein' iced out

Don't ask me about my bank account

Please, inquire on what my life's 'bout

Your whole life would change with a milli

My life changed when I started bein' silly, really

Money? I don't care about money

I care about goin' out there and bein' funny

And who I'm becoming

And who I'm in love with

Other than that, don't worry 'bout nothing

Warzone scrubs is who I'm outgunning

The old me is out there somewhere, buddy

But if I'm listenin' back to my last track I put out

It's that dude I'm outrunnin'

E to the A, and I'm dressed in orange and blue like I'm tryna be Goku

Now that I'm Raleigh/Durham, I rep them Bulls

But in New York, it was "Go 'Cuse"

And I'm just wonderin' how it feels

When all of these rappers I know lose

To that socially awkward kid

That spent his childhood homeschooled

Oh, so don't be arrogant

Them boys can't do it can Eric can

I swear I'm him

Y'all dead? I'm dyin' laughin' while I verbally bury them

And their caskets, I'm Jim Carreyin'

It's your country that y'all embarrassin'

Cuz not even tryin' to keep up with me's extremely un-American