[Chorus]
Saw you in the hallway but you looked peculiar
Got a target on my body with the bulls-eye skewered
Should I leave before I'm sorry?
I, should I leave before I'm sorry?
I, should I leave before I'm sorry?
I can hear the rumors
(No)
[Verse 1]
All you phony boys are makin' me sick
Faking interest in interest of your slick dick
In the groups, on the move to come up on chicks
Keep repeating yourselves like tick-tick-tick
"Man, oh why you like this"
"Man, nobody likes this"
We’ve all seen that movie
Stop with the "my wife" bit
Yes I've heard the Death Grips
Mix my own tracks
Yeah, I'm sure you're the tits
Now get off my back
[Chorus]
Thanks for the advice, but I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk 'cause I don't wanna wreck you
So thanks for the advice, but I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk 'cause I don't wanna wreck you
(I was just tryna be nice)
[Verse 2]
You're the kinda boy who I'd charge 20 dollars a gram
I ground up all your bones to make flour for bread
I'd stand you up at the show where you play with your band
I strand you all alone and I'd laugh and I'd laugh
You're the kinda boy who I'd charge 20 dollars a gram
He can't come on his own, gotta go with his friends
He can't come on his own, no he's gotta pretend
Got dirty photos on his phone that no one asked him to send
[Chorus]
Saw you in the hallway but you looked peculiar
Got a target on my body with the bulls-eye skewered
Should I leave before I'm sorry?
I, should I leave before I'm sorry?
I, should I leave before I'm sorry?
I can hear the rumors
(No)
[Verse 3]
"Hey, how you doin', what you doin', who you doin' tonight
I just wanna come to tell you that I think your shits tight
And, yeah, you know, now that you mention, you remind me of Grimes
And if you wanna work together or whatever, it's fine
Mean, yeah, if I can have the pleasure cool, at yours or at mine?
Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that that high-hats too high
I wonder what setup you're using, what's your DAW?
Who's your sound guy?
Oh, you do your shit yourself?
Girl, that's awesome, good for you, I can't believe that
But I know it's hard so maybe so that you don't lose it
You can let me do the music, you can focus on your vocals
And by the way, no matter what it is you do
You might do a little better if you dress differently, too"
[Chorus]
Thanks for the advice, but I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk 'cause I don't wanna wreck you
So thanks for the advice, but I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk 'cause I don't wanna wreck you
[Spoken Outro]
"And I'm never gonna watch Pulp Fiction, so fuck off. And, honestly, you know we don't talk about it enough? The fact that Quentin Tarantino is a piece of shit. While I have you here, let's just have this conversation really quick. 'Cuz I can write a disregation about this but I just wanna hit three bullet points real quick. Ok, number one being his fetishization of the n-word that he uses on all of his movies through like, the vehicle of his characters that he creates for the purpose of saying the n-word. But, outside of that, there's also the Uma Thurman controversy which he, I think, he apologized for it, but I don't really give a shit, dude, like I've apologize for shit that it's still wrong, you know what I mean, but it wasn't even that bad, it's like-like this isn't about me. Let's talk about when he excused a child rapist because "the girl probably wanted it, because she was trying to be a succesful actress", dude, she was fucking thirteen years old. She is thirteen years old. If any of you still have Pulp Fiction fucking posters up on your lazy ass decorated bedrooms with the fucking bongs and capastries and your- like fucking BAB machine, I don't give a shit like..."
