God.Damn.Chan - Anna Kendrick lyrics

[Skit] Hello? We must not stop here However sweet these laid up stores However convenient this dwelling, we cannot remain here However sheltered this port However calm these waters, we must not anchor here However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us We are permitted to receive it, but [?] So long [Verse 1] If I talk about having money it's cause I was broke And I want you to know that there's hope You see, if Spose did it you could do it Froze, but maneuvered through the cold Dude who grew up to the bro looking superhuman Selling hoodies or tees, like David Got me so good at math, you'd think I was Asian Sustained from Maine, get paid for entertainment Haters all jelly like the middle of a danish I'm getting money out of Maine like Anna Kendrick But I don't do this for the money, I do this for attention Cause I'm still underrated, not debated, never mentioned Even though I'm getting capital like starting of a sentence Thirty-one year old white suburban rap dad I was the nicest before ISIS had a black flag I put four lines together before a hashtag If you don't like me, you don't like you You're lying, it's outright perjury Maine celebrity and every housewifes heard of me Short but don't doubt that I'm bout mine vertically Blaow, walking out, pockets stout like Germany I've never had the preferred physique to work the beats With perfect teeth to blurt the speech Here's a list of rappers I prefer to me [Skit] The amusement shall be greater We will sail pathless in wild seas We will go where winds blow, waves dash And the Yankee clipper speeds by on a [point sail?] [Verse 2] "What's the position you hold?" "Can you really feed a family of six out in the sticks with only a single going gold?" "If P. Dank should fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to flipping burgers, waiting tables in the cove?" f** no, I'm back to son you like your uncle's brother Work under the moon until my tomb inside a pyramid Someone asked me how it feels to be a one-hit-wonder I said, "Good, but how does it feel to have zero hits?" I never quit till I fit like a gla** slipper The world's crazy, every meal could be our last supper Lines coming out my face with no cat whiskers Taking risks could break my pockets like pa** rushers Spose, not the greatest ever? That's offensive Looking at this goat, I see the resemblance I'll smack Donald Trump back to the Apprentice Before d**h grays my anatomy like Patrick Dempsey Bro, these billionaries don't give a f** about us Would they show up at our funeral tomorrow? I doubt it Even when the sky clouded I can still feel sun Because my kids were born healthy, I got shelter plus lunch I'm trying to eat, so I can feed a portion of folks Who never had a silver spoon at the fork in the road Take a look around, find something to like Cause I can't save us all, so good luck with your life