Sciamachy - I Don't Get It lyrics

[Intro] Uh, hah We got Brandon and we got Jared Yeah [Hook] I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I honestly don't get it [Verse One] These girls looking up to Ricky Dillon He s**s my dick and I make millions What's his trick Because I'm cute and got tits They play dumb and make trillions I think I cracked the niche to make a viral video Free kick it, add some tits and say a lot of racist sh** Then you're a hit Spit it, hit it, write it But I'm a hypocrite for saying this sh** Uh [Hook] I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it But I'll play with this sh** anyways [Verse Two] Why do people think O2L have success They're talentless, careless, reckless, wasted youth These dumb motherf**ers would set a headdress on fire Have you heard half these YouTubers set lists I thought CVS made it Let's take a bet How many of them will be homeless at 23, 23 But it's okay Their forehead says "no regrets" anyway So f**ing dumb, it's numb Just drum and strum and thumb Your mom likes to hum as you cum That's because she drinks a lot of rum Some scum mom, buh-tum buh-tum That I will cum to your album So dumb so I use it as a cum rag Sums up the date of your birth It's okay, I slay I'll beat a f*g any day Hey I don't play I just get paid You better pray That I'll beat your a** gay, aye Hah [Hook] Don't get it I really, really don't get it Really don't get it I wish I got it But I really don't But I guess I'll play with it Uh [Verse Three] I don't get it b**hes tripping while I'm sipping yo Why your b**hes tripping dog Your b**h a liar Playing games like Markiplier You better call the cops cause I'm bringing fire Your b**h a heffer Turn you gayer than Joey Graceffa (oh my god) Like, would I hit it? Nah, never ever But whatever, forget it Your b**h, I hit it The beat, I k**ed it This joint, I split it PewDiePie, what the f** is your deal Your videos are sh**, you got no s** appeal Like for real I'm on a roll, I'm a ferris wheel You're showing more rainbows than a f**ing color wheel I hate these b**hes, they call themselves stars They talk about their wounds but got no proof of the scars And I'm from Mars Coming down from the morning stars I'm on my way to make you burn like a cigar You ain't original, y'all follow the same trends Rocking the same sh** with all of the same friends And I pretend like it'll come to an end You're so f**ing boring, I can't even comprehend It's not even okay Like Ray William Jay He fell out of the fame Now he's trying to make his way He puts videos on Facebook like everyday And it's just a shame no one cares what he has to say Just do your thing and don't get lost in the pit Whatever you do, just be pa**ionate Seeing the same old sh** is just making me sick Like why the f** is everyone doing it I don't get it Yeah [Hook] I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I honestly really don't get this sh** But I'll do it [Verse Four] I still don't get it Who's Omnision? Enough said I'd totally give Shane Dawson head He said, "Fred's dead" I turn red cause Jennxpenn was in my bed Hold one sec She gave some hella neck, it was lit I guess I can Uber with this clique They're so f**ing rich for being dumb as sh** Lisa Nova, please bend over She said, "turn over and get ready to take my strap on, b**h" Uh [Hook] I don't get it I don't get it I don't get it I really don't get this sh** I really don't get it at all Uh [Verse Five] Read my goddamn lips I'm so over this galaxy sh** I'm never asking for a DIY again b**h, just teach me how to knit I don't need to know how to galaxy sh** I guess I'll just masturbate to your face I don't even wanna hit third base Bae says I don't need to take you on a date Cause I live in the goddamn United States Uh [End Hook] I don't get this I don't get it I don't get it What are we teaching our youth though? What the f** is this And you call this YouTube? YouTube used to be a creative place Now it's just full of bullsh**, like this Uh, oh my god