"Dummy" lyrics
They wanna eat the young
They're tying to kill our babies
And got some nerve to roll down my street in their Mercedes
Your time will come
And I don't mean maybe, as will mine
Young man it's a good day to give up crazy
They call me republicrat
Man I ain't none of that
I just happen to believe that he commin' back
Who you voting for?
Who you voting for?
Somebody on the floor
Make emotion for
I hate drama
I love mama
I'm shy at heart
A born performer
A poor student
I'm into art
I'm still a fighter
Against the grain
Rebellious streak
Tec savvy?
Far from it, I'm into antiques
Muscle cars
Gas pumps and motorcycles
Polaroids, photographs, the black and white ones
Analog
I'm more dusty than digital
I'm not a hermit
But I know I'm fully capable
Rollercoasters, I despise em'
I've rode too many
A nervous wreck so I'm mostly into comfort really
Rock and roll, hip hop, doo wop, and rock-a-billy
Stray cat caught between Machiavelli and R Knelly
Dre is dope
I'm more into premier though
God hope for the future
Just gotta do it from here bro
I'm not a baller
My car's not a what-cha-ma-call-it
Bucket of bolts
But I buff it and armor-all it
I'm Joey Stevie
Captivated by neon signs and public runway lights at night and peon
I'm scared to fly
I'm grounded but well rounded
And been outdid by them cats wearing them outfits
College degrees
That ain't for me
Minimum wage is 15 dollars
I'll settle for working at mickey d's
Instagram
I'm building my followers
One day you'll be looking at me
Social media celebrity
Trust, believe, come follow me
Put your eggs in the basket
Don't bring a plan B
This right here is a sure thing
It's life buddy do your thing
And the doors will swing wide open
They don't care if your drunk and smoking
No offense Danny
I ain't pokin' fun of bad habits
I had a few
I know how it is
Fans are glad you're here
But your family's still mad at you
My wife is too
And my two girls
They're still small
They ain't tryna hear it at all
You should see the looks I'm gettin' on video call
Something is wrong
Daddy is gone
Three weeks long
And he's singing them songs
And I'm at a loss
It's kinda my fault
'Cause we were still lying
Can't blame Santa clause
Hurry it home
Light up the tree
But New Years Eve again I'll be gone
But not for long
Sending my love (x8)
From the phone
They wanna eat the young
They're tying to kill our babies
And got some nerve to roll down my street in their Mercedes
Your time will come
And I don't mean maybe, as will mine
Young man it's a good day to give up crazy
They're tying to kill our babies
And got some nerve to roll down my street in their Mercedes
Your time will come
And I don't mean maybe, as will mine
Young man it's a good day to give up crazy
They call me republicrat
Man I ain't none of that
I just happen to believe that he commin' back
Who you voting for?
Who you voting for?
Somebody on the floor
Make emotion for
I hate drama
I love mama
I'm shy at heart
A born performer
A poor student
I'm into art
I'm still a fighter
Against the grain
Rebellious streak
Tec savvy?
Far from it, I'm into antiques
Muscle cars
Gas pumps and motorcycles
Polaroids, photographs, the black and white ones
Analog
I'm more dusty than digital
I'm not a hermit
But I know I'm fully capable
Rollercoasters, I despise em'
I've rode too many
A nervous wreck so I'm mostly into comfort really
Rock and roll, hip hop, doo wop, and rock-a-billy
Stray cat caught between Machiavelli and R Knelly
Dre is dope
I'm more into premier though
God hope for the future
Just gotta do it from here bro
I'm not a baller
My car's not a what-cha-ma-call-it
Bucket of bolts
But I buff it and armor-all it
I'm Joey Stevie
Captivated by neon signs and public runway lights at night and peon
I'm scared to fly
I'm grounded but well rounded
And been outdid by them cats wearing them outfits
College degrees
That ain't for me
Minimum wage is 15 dollars
I'll settle for working at mickey d's
I'm building my followers
One day you'll be looking at me
Social media celebrity
Trust, believe, come follow me
Put your eggs in the basket
Don't bring a plan B
This right here is a sure thing
It's life buddy do your thing
And the doors will swing wide open
They don't care if your drunk and smoking
No offense Danny
I ain't pokin' fun of bad habits
I had a few
I know how it is
Fans are glad you're here
But your family's still mad at you
My wife is too
And my two girls
They're still small
They ain't tryna hear it at all
You should see the looks I'm gettin' on video call
Something is wrong
Daddy is gone
Three weeks long
And he's singing them songs
And I'm at a loss
It's kinda my fault
'Cause we were still lying
Can't blame Santa clause
Hurry it home
Light up the tree
But New Years Eve again I'll be gone
But not for long
Sending my love (x8)
From the phone
They wanna eat the young
They're tying to kill our babies
And got some nerve to roll down my street in their Mercedes
Your time will come
And I don't mean maybe, as will mine
Young man it's a good day to give up crazy
