Era - Uncharted lyrics

There's this girl I know She say she likes the way I flow But can't recite a verse I wrote Despite excited faux emotes So why do I always invite her to my shows When I know that she'd rather stay at home all alone? Ummm, I guess I blame it on my chromosomes The kinda guy to lie around waitin on his mobile phone And when I still don't a text, I lay and moan and groan Known that it's time to throw the towel in and hold my own I'm growin older and wiser with every song I write Everytime I touch the mic I smile and I like my life But at night, it's quite the opposite and so I try To put my feelins into words and purge them so I never cry Never say die, cuz a frickin Goonie Ruthlessly proven to all groupies I'm a looney toonie Cruelly judgin me like people think they Truly knew me On the real I'm just another artist who is stupid Moody You don't like how I spit I'm too nice, and too white for this sh**? Never light up a spliff? Or I'm not white enough, sly with my witts? An unintelligent loser who gets hyphy and lit? Man, I grew up on 90's rap, and sega genisis Hadoken yo fools out my life like ryu's nemesis The kinda guy who try's to stray away from prejudice It'll benefit your case if you know who you're messin with The kid who was obsessed with The Fresh Prince Tony Hawk champion smashin his best friends Attackin foes in super smash bro's on the daily I had a pokedex before I had a ukulele I'm never gonna forget where I'm from Northern California considered the bay to some Not a poser just a nerd from Santa Rosa No exposure cuz I don't smoke herb and live kosher It's a fact, that my raps won't attract All the ma**es, and so I'm askin you, can you blast this? I never slack with tracks, stack em up like acrobats Pack a powerful punch for lunch and have smack for snack My greatest problem is my self motivation I hate it. Sometimes I can't even right a line of a statement It's outrageously crazy lately. I'm feelin crazy lazy Playin games or with my lady, should be writtin verses daily And I'm not. And it erks me But every time I write a song it's sweeter than Hersheys They thirsty for these verses but I don't get a curtsy When these s**uhs try to cop my sk**s like they was Kirby ya heard me? Stop comparing me to other rappers cuz I'm white I write different than atmosphere, and me and Slim don't sound alike I swear if ONE more person calls me Vanilla Ice I'm finna flip a b**h go to the kitchen, get the sharpest knife Thanks to the internet everything has to have a genre I guess it's horror core if I say I'mma stab ya momma What if it's ironic, smart, and it solves a problem? Then I guess it's conscious, but I just call it awesome So, go ahead and try to label me I'm stayin super sayin til the day that I die and my rhymes savory Ya'll are stuck in the mainstream, away from me I'm free to speak my mind, other rappers sign to slavery I know I'll only probably sell about a hundred copies Sellin out is not an option, not when that means gettin sloppy So I'll remain the awkward white rapper who's fat and stocky Not a hobby, embodied in every awesome word I'm jotting