Token - Mommas Favorite Chair lyrics

Yeah

I sit in my home, butt naked
In my mama's favorite chair
With a pencil and a pad and
A lot of hate to share
With no morals to go through
I just told Glass to produce something I can
Grab a shit talking pussy's throat too
I fiend for anger, I seek the adrenaline more
I treat people like shit to get
Treated like shit 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
And what would I respect you for?
There ain't no better metaphor to address
You more than attention whore industry slut
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 seventeen 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 shit they ain't amused
Please stop assuming 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'ma be famous soon
And y'all wanna give me tips
"This that, that this, market like this
I promise you'll attract masses"
Man that's mad average
I say share my video or
I'll fuckin' kill you
You can hashtag that shit
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 seventeen with the mentality
Of a pissed off
Forty 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 passion, my friends
Don't know I have it, like
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 fuck's the issue? You
Want a fucking tissue?
Cry about it while I fucking 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 jujit'su
When I throw a punch, I ain't gonna miss you
You'll end up running away and I
Still won't fuckin' miss you
And ever since I released "Talk To You
" teen girls begun to care for me
But they don't know I'm just a forty
Year old with a rare disease