Jon Gla** - Mommas Favorite Chair lyrics

(Verse) I sit in my home, bu*t naked, in my mommas favorite chair With a pencil and a pad and a lot of hate to share With no morals to go through I just told Gla** to produce something I can grab a sh** talking p**y's throat too I fiend for anger, I seek the adrenaline more I treat people like sh** to get treated like sh** so I can get mad and write another verse I won't ever record Then I get bored and trash 'em and I bet they're still better than yours What would I respect you for? There ain't no better metaphor to address you more than attention who*e Industry s*ut, getting plugged like an extension cord by the boss Now my temper's like the seven dwarfs, hella short Never before have I spent my time preaching hate But I'm a 17 year old who stays inside and eats all day I ran out of topics so I punch myself 'til I got a bleeding face Then write a verse to alleviate the freaking pain Like yeah I got socked in the face, I'm going to the hospital Really I go to the freezer for a chocolate popsicle It's impossible for me to be social again All I talk about is rap, and they don't give a sh** They ain't amused Please stop a**uming in my grade, I'm cool I'm a weirdo in all black who everyone hates at school That's why when you say you look up to me, I remain confused The only folks I chill with do it cause they think I'mma be famous soon And y'all wanna give me tips, this that, that this, market like this I promise you'll attract ma**es Man that's mad average I say share my video or I'll f**in' k** you, you can hashtag that sh** I start my day with no hesitation I wake up, watch Sam and Cat, jack off And I'm medicated to brainwash my generation I'm 17 with the mentality of a pissed off 40 year old who never made it My mom calls it ambition, my producer calls it stupid My teacher calls it "sit the hell down and stop scaring the students" My fans call it pa**ion, my friends don't know I have it likely My psychologist calls it "can you please untie me?" No! I told you, I wanna be staying in trouble I'm just mad my engineer said that I ain't really humble All I did was rap about being the best, now it's true Then told him to bow down when I stepped out the booth What the f**'s the issue? You want a f**ing tissue? Cry about it while I f**ing hit you And stop asking to battle, just cause I'm a rapper doesn't mean I love to diss you I'll just continue to punch and kick you like it's rough jujitsu When I throw a punch, I ain't gonna miss you You'll end up running away, and I still won't f**in' miss you And ever since I released "Talk To You" teen girls begun to care for me But they dont know I'm just a 40 year old with a rare disease