Good Luck

I know that your mom never believed you,

But I do when it comes to your music, truly

I want to support you you never let me help

I'm trying to get at least a thousand under your belt

But compared to a mere slim of the light of success

You're a big mess, try testing me in my head

Instead, end your life, I walk away slowly

You owe me your life and you think you can outgrow me

It's fine, because supporting you was boring

No one wants to listen to your musical recordings

Fuck all your musical endorsements

I hope you become a zookeeper and drown in some horseshit

I wish you good luck on your trip to hell

That you don't crash into a jail cell parallel to hell

Red's your favorite color, right?

Well I hope that's in your mind which benefacts the night

Good luck

 

Bye, Mom. Going off to Virginia

Without telling me about the difference

Straight ignorance in your cranium

Sometimes I wish someone broke in and combined gas with uranium

I always knew I was the zany one

But instead of stabbing pizza, I stabbed Dad's punching bag in the weight room

I know you're trying to live a new and cleaned life

But abandoning me is straight mean, I mean nice

No i don't, because the bullshit you're putting me through

Is dad calling the dog a mutt, and hitting him, too

I don't like fucking with his family, I can't handle it

I'd rather be solving a fucking Mandelbrot set

Anyways, thanks for leaving me behind with no explanation

Me and you will have some altercations

The next time I see you, you know what? Fuck it

Now I feel like nobody's showing me any loving

Good luck

 

Nobody likes me, they really want to fight me

My psychotic thoughts are taking over slightly

I'm nice turned controversial like Miley

Highly acclaimed like Kendrick and Spike Lee

My vocabulary reigns for a century like the Tudors

Highly unpredictable like the future

Requiring education to decipher like computers

Passed around and used like blunts and a rumor

Asked my one and only crush to got out with me

She turned me down like 3 day oatmeal in a pot

At that moment, my whole life should've stopped

I should've dropped into the dirt and never got

Up like balloons, everyone knows I got no goons

I'm on Earth to destroy lives like a typhoon

Darker than 96% of the internet

Anyone can put me out like fire and a cigarette

Good luck

 

Now Mom's back home why? I don't know

She said she was lonely back in Virginia, so

We have a lying alcoholic travelling back to live with us

Back to the drinks and disappointment, cuz

Don't know why, but I never wanted her to come back

Torn between which parent I would prefer if the crack

In they marriage began to widen and go deeper

All the way until someones goes with the Grim Reaper

Lights are on, but it's dark in this household

Tension's raising in everyone's mind, oh

I forgot about the good and bad sides to her return

Maybe I just might burn

Myself, and every human being around me

I really want to kill myself profoundly

When I die, nobody's gonna miss me

No girls in the world would even wanna kiss me

Good luck

 

I'm a sad and lonely nobody

Full of voices in my head, telling me to go blow somebody

This is the main reason I have no guns

Because I have no girl who has no buns

Questions roam in my mental state of terrible

Unbearable, this trouble pops me out of the bubble

I'm gonna be unstoppable one day

A day where cops will cease the racial profiling underway

I'm a guy full with mysteries, and civically, I'm an entity

Guaranteed to pop your head open with the arm of a sentinel

Incredibly insane, thoughts of guns and sex

I'm just like every man, wanting to get my dick wet

You can't blame me for being the way I am, you say I am

The most controversial, goddamn

The day a single rapper surpasses the V Baggett

Is the day O.P. stops being a faggot

I've had it