Mo-do - Oh Well... Lyrics

Dear friends,
Welcome to the beginning of something great
And the end of something familiar
Ha ha ha ha
Uhh, feels good to be back
We don't take no "L"
Hey, hey, hey, c'mon
Quarter zip I'm flippin' in order to still afford the shit
That most of y'all are granted from parents, and now you horde the shit
Or maybe take for granted, I'm sandwiched between a war with shit
Like, should I be a good boy or murder a track and torture it?
Decide, it's suicide
Don't try to force the shit or lie
The dude abides
And Walter tortures it
I tried to live a life
Was way too corporate
So dived into my mind
Guess I was born for this
A thorn that's in your side
From a rose is not too unfortunate
Cause that just means you stop to enjoy your moment
It's torturous how every single minute
Attention spans are a force
For which a company can profit
Addicted and disproportionate
Cause if you got a mission
Their mission is to abort the shit
Keep feeding you drama
Conspiracy, porn, and horror shit
Tired of the devil
Distracting us from the Lord
And quit telling us for nothing
If algorithms are forcing it
I'm out (woo)
Giving them hell
Hoping it sells
Heaven ain't a place
That you can show and tell
Maybe I'm late
I tell 'em "Oh well"
Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell
Giving them hell
Hoping it sells
Heaven ain't a place
That you can show and tell
Maybe I'm late
I tell 'em "Oh well"
Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell
Giving them hell
Hoping it sells
Heaven isn't something
That you can just show and tell
And maybe I'm late
I tell 'em "Oh well"
And you think that I stink
Just a hater that can't smell (woo)
Switching up the flow is so mandatory
Every 4 to 8 won't play this for the bars
But for catchy words and each horrid take
Some thinking it's hot
Some thinking it's cold
What a porridge take
Cause I'm rapping just right
With Goldilocks tryna fornicate
I tore her cake and iced in between her buns
Now the whore is late
Plan A wasn't perfect
But Plan B aborts before it takes
Making sure she swallows
Open wide
Now we're forced to wait
You're sick of the story
Imagine before this war was waged
You think rap is boring
Well f*ck you, bitch
Take my order, wait
You're serving my porter steak?
Ha, ha
That's sort of fate
Tell me you adore me
Ha, ha
The order's late
Service really shitty
My only tip is try not to hate
And keep numbin' your problems
Sippin' bottles of liquor
Money ain't healing trauma
That's cutting into you deeper
And you can smile bigger and bigger for every picture
But I still see the chip on your shoulder
That keeps you bitter, yeah yeah
Giving them hell
Hoping it sells
Heaven ain't a place
That you can show and tell
Maybe I'm late
I tell 'em "Oh well"
Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell
Giving them hell
Hoping it sells
Heaven ain't a place
That you can show and tell
Maybe I'm late
I tell 'em "Oh well"
Thinking I stink you a hater that can't smell
Giving them hell
Hoping it sells
Heaven isn't something
That you can just show and tell
And maybe I'm late
I tell 'em "Oh well"
And you think that I stink
Just a hater that can't smell
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
You could be somebody that was gifted with a talent used for making a change
Instead you told 'em "Oh well"
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
What the hell do I know?
Anyways
Everyday I'm still wishin' I was paid
Either way I'm making it they feel a way
Feel a way
I just don't know
I just don't know