Roy - Crickets lyrics

[Hook] You can't hear me over there You can't hear me over here I only hear crickets and earwax in my ear I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening [Verse 1: Nalyd Ecitsuj] In a world where kids my age are popping Mollies with leather Sitting on Tumblr, never outside or enjoying the weather Can name a sweater, but not a talent or don't know if whether Or not they got one, tried to change their life for the better I was the outcast kid, I run where the fun didn't, my nuts itched I was defiant, always said, "f** sh**" Hated the popular ones, now I'm the popular one I Also hated people too, til I start hearin' from some (liar) See I don't beez in the trap, Johnny, I beez in the b's And I be ga**ing up my buzz like some bees at a Shell f**ing sick and getting bigger like I sneezed on Adele And b**hes getting touchy-feely like they reading some Braille I bust quick like gun-holders with short tempers, and well I tried to tell the kids, like f** it, just start being yourself These f**ing rappers got stylists cause they can't think for themselves See, they don't have an identity, so they needed some help (Mother f**s) But really, boy? Skinny jeans lookin' silly, boy I'm in that yellow flannel thats about to bust out of the belly boy Not a diss, but if it is then f** it who is listening to this anymore Wrestlemania 2000 with Nintendo 64 wires on the floor Poppin' like oil ollie in fire flames I'm harder than DJ Khaled playing the f**ing quiet game The f** am I saying? Dylan's not even a violent name About as threatening as stained windbreakers in hurricanes But he rapes women, and spit wrong, like he hates dentists God damn menace, 999 and he's not finished And my sh**'s missing, he hates women, but love kittens See y'all tripping See y'all tripping See y'all tripping Look at that article that says my subject matter's wrong Saying I hate gays even though Frank Ocean is on my greatest song Look at Mom who thinks I'm evil, hold that grudge against me Though she ignores the talent her little boy has turned out to be Look at the kid who had the 9 and tried to blow out his mind But talk is money, I said, "Hi," I guess I bought him some time Look at the ones in the crowd, that sh** is barnacles, huh? They said "When you gonna do that stand up comedy bruh?" But then again, I'm an atheist that just worships Satan And it's probably why I'm not getting no f**ing mixtaped placements And reverbnation can s** my dick, and I am not f**in' playing Bruh, they never played my tape, Found out I was white and made like Savannah they faking "Rated Ex" fans are getting sick of my face and All the "The Silent Echo" fans are getting sick of these tapes But what about me? I'm getting sick of complaints Narcissistic a**hole but he gave you a platform to express what you think Oh but no sh**, who really gives a f** what I think? My fans don't, they turning on me, sh**, they're almost extinct f** buying studio time, I'mma go purchase a shrink Record a diss track for every single one of you and send all you motherf**ers a link, b**h [Hook] You can't hear me over there You can't hear me over here I only hear crickets and earwax in my ear I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening I can say anything, Cause they ain't even listening