Here For The Comments Lyrics

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

What's me and top comment

Got in common

Love for the first time ever in life

Misery and company are fucking tonight

See I had a bad day

And my girl ain't shit

And I'm pretty sure she sucked

On my neighbors dick

But i know a spot imma get love for sure

Sections giving most erections

Where all we do is count other's blessings

One line slander spruced with clever words

O N G

These are my proverbs

Ain't see the video yet but I heard

Son made a fool of himself

I can't help

So I might as well

Laugh til tears come

Troll cuz it feels fun

I confronted Stak

I'm a real one

Dear diary I snap

Let the keys run

Through screens

I am way short of vegan

I got dreams

Wait til I've begun

Meanwhile let them know

I don't feel them

Literal

Distance

Dismiss fear

In the subject I subject

To my rancor

If you're reading this then I thank ya

Every lowlight is the time of my life

When I type

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

I'll be honest

I'm here for the comments

Stop it

Nonsense

You're just here for pussy

And diamonds

Nice try

I've had it

Legend

Timeless

Classic

Fantastic

A gift from God

The way that he raps it

Anything less than that

I'll hit traffic

Bumbu in hand

Let's see what happens

If I die

Did I do alright

Please tell me

If I die

Did I do alright

Father will you be my eyes

Your son's in his darkest times

How's a man judged

By his legacy

If you saw the future

Would you let it be

Or would you get up

Slave and put the pain in

And die a few times

Before you ever let up

Folks used to shoot for stars

Now they blast at em

From keyboards

Or up close for rewards

Traded dreams in

For big sticks with beams and

Should this light cast

Upon my mata

Followed by squeezing

And a quick blakah

May my music live on

I prosper like Chaka

Khan of the Zulus

Prime minister of flows

So sinister

Ya need Jordan Peele

To capture this cinema

You're salty

Your bitch is Cinnabon

How much hate

You think they can fit in them

Enough to inflate

And blow right away