Gla** Popcorn - Dubs Decides the Title of This Song lyrics

I spend my friday nights Baskin' in blue back lights Masked in these random tiny Chat rooms that banned me twice I am so random right I'm good at branding right Should I be flyin kites Or picking dandelions Man when I was in jr high I thought i'd be a future Dave Chappelle I grew up and started actin' like future Brad Troemel Oh well, I'm ill You know that cuz I tell you I am so ill I cannot find another god to kneel to But I can't find a girl to send emojis to real late What's the perfect emoji to ask her on date I swear to god im tryin' not to be the way I am On my twitter feed, on the internet alone, but damn Im only on this beat cuz I never read the bible Post this up on /b/, dubs decides the title GO SO HARD THEY CALL ME GO SO HARD Check my dubs girl.. check my klout score Get out my room mom.. why don't you go to the store And get some simply lemonade so I dont hate myself no more Its getting brisk outside so I spend all my time inside Wondering what there is to life but computers and iphone5 I wanna be a normal guy, like maybe joe the plumber I wanna tell good jokes maybe like homestar runner I wanna nice girl.. call her marzipan Gla**popcorn you s** sincerely stan