Lil Rilo - Mumble Rap Lyrics

I can't rap
So instead I just mumble
Even though it sounds crap
On my own words I stumble
Everybody just clap
Let the music scene rumble
Mumbling makes stacks
And I'll never be humble
I don't need to have talent
Studio's got me covered
Keep the lyrics well-balanced
And the microphone smothered
Never had to face a challenge
So I'm never ever bothered
Cause this fame bought me a palace
But I'm gonna buy another

It's fun bein' rich
When you don't know how to work
I'm my studio's bitch
Behind my lifestyle they lurk
Ever since I got hitched
They cast me into this quirk
Of the musical stitch-
Up that's shitty but it works
Yo I got these facial tats
Cause I wanna feel unique
I'm an entitled brat
And blazing on da weed
I be getting so much twat
From new hoes every week
That I probably have the clap
But that's fine by me

I'll be dead or in jail by the time I'm nineteen
It's how my destiny's been since I started taking lean
You could say it's kinda sad, but to me it's not bad
Cause I won't wanna stick around once I overdose on Xan
But don't you ever start calling me an inspiration
Cause my shitty music's done no favours for this generation
I'm a passing sensation, a radio station's masturbation
But my infiltration of retardation is sweeping through the nation, why?

I can't rap
So instead I just mumble
Even though it sounds crap
On my own words I stumble
Everybody just clap
Let the music scene rumble
Mumbling makes stacks
And I'll never be humble
I don't need to have talent
Studio's got me covered
Keep the lyrics well-balanced
And the microphone smothered
Never had to face a challenge
So I'm never ever bothered
Cause this fame bought me a palace
But I'm gonna buy another

But it could be worse, could be repeating the same bland
Phrase like clothes brand, clothes brand, clothes brand, CLOTHES BRAND
I don't got a plan, just doing shit cause I can
But demand of a plan's a command I can't stand
But it's fine, I'm still living divine
Sippin on wine from the vine
It's sublime, this light white bright
Life of mine
And I'm fine, with being a mind
Less insightless yet righteous
Child until I am lifeless

I can't even write
Ghostwriter's f*ckin tight
Writes my raps and I might
Take the credit from that guy
Cause that's just what I'm like
A guy who steals what he likes
Because I'm not too bright
Like a dimmed down light
Mumble rap is crap
Everybody knows that
So why the f*ck do these twats
Get that cold hard cash
Outta a mediocre act
Cause they can't even rap
Man their shit's f*ckin whack
To tell the truth it's kinda sad

But it's fun bein' rich (Yo I got these facial tats)
When you don't know how to work (Cause I wanna feel unique)
I'm my studio's bitch (I'm an entitled brat)
Behind my lifestyle they lurk (And blazing on da weed)
Ever since I got hitched (I be getting so much twat)
They cast me into this quirk (From new hoes every week)
Of the musical stitch (That I probably have the clap)
Up that's shitty but it works (But that's fine by me)