Liar - Lucky Stars lyrics

[Intro] I've got some things to say And you're gonna listen You're gonna listen good [Verse 1: Liar] My lucky stars must think that I'm ungrateful Because I haven't thanked them and as of lately I've grown so hateful I'm not jealous of sucess I'm just impatient I'm hungry for fame but I can't seem to be satiated I've learned a lot of things, I've learned not to count on others I've learned the futality of reaching an agreement with my mother I've learned the facts of how girls react when they feel they're being smothered But most of all I've learned how sh**ty it feels to be lonely during summer I'm irreverent in my actions, I'm a boy who think he's deep Immaculate machinations manifesting in my mac and cheese Two feet up on the rafters, rapping with rappers while wrapping weed All my rhymes are plotted out but I'm rather lacking in schemes Fame isn't easy it seems I miss the comfort of dreams How long will I stay on the scene I look like a f*g in these jeans He's so abraisive, they scream A Charlie not used to his Sheen I kinda wish I could just roll a paper and maybe watch some TV But things change So do people So do I So did Katie, so did Melissa, so did Samantha and Skye Funny to think about all of my favorite people who've died They're better off than me 'cus I only fall when I fly But I'm attractive and talented, I often am told I'd say those sayings were true but that would be awfully bold Softly spoken and cold, God fearing gopher who holds All competition to gold and makes partitions in snow I think I misunderstood what I really mean to you But it's all good, love's a trip we took the scenic root My grandma told me I'd only be alone when I'm up there in the booth But no one understands I'm the only Liar who's really seen the truth Tears are like gasoline spilling from a tired heart My words are a lit match, I speak and then the fire starts Rap's a family game and one day I'll be the patriarch Until then I'll just pray and pave a way It's fascinating how fascinations get you lascerated Survival of the fittest is just murder excaerbated Momma's hatin, jokes on her I actually graduated Now I spend all my days playin games and masturbatin Is that optimal? Who gives a f**? I've done a lot of transforming but does that make me Optimus? Is it a crime to have both sides poking out of your genes? My mom had jungle fever, why's that detrimental to me? I'm a black kid in a cardigan blastin arctic monkeys Introverts who hate reading and claim they're concert junkies Dead poets who'd rather argue than play something funky Once happy losers caught labeling rather than loving something I cover my big lips with a blunt now they accept me Not the best choice of friends but school's over so, who's testing? Lighter, all black, acid rap label almost scratched Maybe when I get big I can finally give it a chance [Outro] I'm just a kid! I don't know what I'm on about!