FrostyOfficial - Bleachers lyrics
[FrostyOfficial - Bleachers lyrics]
I have ideas
But to these people their nightmares
A 14 year old kid talking
About his dad and compares
Him to a fucking serial killer
And I get this false
Sympathy (you're songs are so fire you’ll go down in infamy)
Yo, I got a prank call coming in soon
And a fucked up dad singing a different tune
So I just stand up and
Stare at the fuckin moon
Cause I can't do anything to change a baboon
And while I'm rapping about
It to these teachers
They get happy
And these students get features
But how the fuck am I
Gonna explain to my family
That i’m making trashy music
In my rap sneakers
Everyone hollerin at me
Cause I'm an artist not a rapper
You ain't black
You're just another wimpy cracker
Your words mean nothing to me
So stop acting blind
You aren't like me
You don't have that type of mind
Yuh, bleachers
Where I belong
Yea
I stay up all night trying
To think of something
I'll get Restless tattooed on my face
To prove I ain't fuckin
Around, cause I guess these
Lyrics mean nothing
Telling me to be better cause
You listen to people mumblin
Yo, one day when I was crying on my bed
I wrote a couple lines
That sounded really bad
But a couple months later
My music got more rad
But I still feel the pain
And that’s what makes me sad
And while these kids are
Still playing fortnite
I’m getting publicly humiliated
You guys know right?
I hope ya consider nodding your
Head to this song
And not sitting on your computer
In that skinny thong
(I'm fucking done with these people)
But to these people their nightmares
A 14 year old kid talking
About his dad and compares
Him to a fucking serial killer
And I get this false
Sympathy (you're songs are so fire you’ll go down in infamy)
Yo, I got a prank call coming in soon
And a fucked up dad singing a different tune
So I just stand up and
Stare at the fuckin moon
Cause I can't do anything to change a baboon
And while I'm rapping about
It to these teachers
They get happy
And these students get features
But how the fuck am I
Gonna explain to my family
That i’m making trashy music
In my rap sneakers
Everyone hollerin at me
Cause I'm an artist not a rapper
You ain't black
You're just another wimpy cracker
Your words mean nothing to me
So stop acting blind
You aren't like me
You don't have that type of mind
Yuh, bleachers
Where I belong
Yea
I stay up all night trying
To think of something
I'll get Restless tattooed on my face
To prove I ain't fuckin
Around, cause I guess these
Lyrics mean nothing
Telling me to be better cause
You listen to people mumblin
Yo, one day when I was crying on my bed
I wrote a couple lines
That sounded really bad
But a couple months later
My music got more rad
But I still feel the pain
And that’s what makes me sad
And while these kids are
Still playing fortnite
I’m getting publicly humiliated
You guys know right?
I hope ya consider nodding your
Head to this song
And not sitting on your computer
In that skinny thong
(I'm fucking done with these people)