Pretty in pink, you made me a pawn And you ain’t even playing along The volume’s turned up when the stereo’s on And now everyone’s scared like I’m carrying bombs I’m the man (ha!), a comedian too I ain’t on this date for love, babe, I’m eating your food Don’t get your hopes up, I ain’t leaving with you I must’ve lost my name tag that says I’m easy to lose Why are you trying text 10 friends that you left my bed this morning? To impress I’m sure, when I don’t know why I’m just depressed ol’ Morgan With my desk recorder and my thoughts What does love cost? Probably too much LA girls blow and Hollywood sucks and Everyone is fake or a hater or just a judge “Thanks!” See you later I’ll make it up and I’ll blush Who said that is was right to be wrong? Who said that is was wrong to be right? Wait, I fucked up.. Who said that me just writing some songs would you make you want to stab my back with a knife? Imma grab one tonight I’m the boy you always laughed in the halls at You called whack I wanna play too but my ball’s flat I’m part man, the other half me is a car crash I’m hanging on the edge of sure death like Tarzan I’m my Stan Naked pics of me on my night stand I tried to be a singer but I’m not in the right band I’m white bland So ghostly they cast me for Casper Last week somebody asked me If I was wearing bath sheets Bath salts on acid tabs Eating Ashley’s ass cheeks I’m sick of Instagram and camera captions So only flash me if I’m at my show Or in the way back seat of the taxi I’m sorry I am me, not sorry I can be You buy followers but follow everyone’s candids On Halloween you stayed the same but market and brand me As you suck off everybody like you’re swallowing candy No record deal advancement, nothing for my ransom Nobody cares about me, that’s my motherfuckin’ anthem So if you got a problem, check the back of the book Life doesn’t seem so bad till you actually look So turn the page, turn the page Everybody here to rage Middle fingers higher than a bird or plane Higher than the murder rate Higher than you’ve ever been Higher when you burn a fucking pile of your purple strain What the moral really is, is this: I know I’m off balance like a gymnast slipped And I ain’t even gotta be a physicist To know my chemicals are mixed like the shit you sip
I’m sorry I’m a loner, I’m sorry I’m a prick I tried to make you happy, you said I make you sick I’m a dick I guess I’m just a dick (Riz) So here’s to being civil, let’s throw another back Our relationship is wasted, let’s throw it in the trash I’m an ass I guess I’m just an ass, and that’s that
This is probably the stupidest song I’ve ever made… but I guess I’m just an ass Those are for all those, like… ten year old girls who I say I don’t rap anymore. I rap… it’s not very good, ha Fuckin’ loser