Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
Uh oh, uh oh, uh uh oh
Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much back at my parents' house
And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug-o-war
But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their Wonderbra
I'm going door to door with foreign swords
Causing more than war, slaying rappers commercial or horrorcore
So hold your head 'cause I'ma torture yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it'll be more than hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler, the Creator
Motherfucker, you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin? You get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
I been told you niggas, "I'm real"
If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bullshit, then I will
Hate on me, but you can't deny skill
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed
You faggots got me cussing
And only reason you probably buzzing
Is 'cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet
Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done
You think real niggas feeling your shit? C'mon, son
I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle
My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples
You niggas are making it so simple
My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bone ripples
I know you niggas wish you could prevent it
'Cause I get buck like my Kool Ai'd got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I'm booger flicking
Homie, I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'ma just go beast and bring that West coast heat
'Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need
Yo, nobody care about how money you stack
I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back
Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act
And leave your fans saying, "How the fuck does he do that?"
My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?
Can pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended
Baby, I'm wicked, crazy, and sick and with the face of a nimwit
I be calling out names, but I ain't taking attendance
Some bitch was like, "Hop, you got me crying
'Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour
Shit and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new shit finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, you're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping
You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't
I seen your pic on Facebook, the skank bitch done tagged you in it"
I got put on with the beastly flow
Now the sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa
So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow
Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show
See, when I be coming through kicking it raw, nigga's like, "Gee, he's dope"
If there's anyone throwing dirty at my name, then you know he be toast
For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I'm being aggressive is 'cause we need hope
"Hopsin, I fucking love you, 'cause you supply the best rhymes
Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just like
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime
And usually I'm not into dark dick
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"
I say, "What you wanna do?" She say, "It's simple, Marcus
I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge"
Bitch, I'm hotter than a UV ray
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked making her booty shake
Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face
And now you having hot flashes
All the shit you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it
Don't rap if you do not practice
I cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness
Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much back at my parents' house
And now my dick has a permanent imprint of my hand around it
Life was lame, I had to pay money to fuck a whore
I couldn't pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug-o-war
But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their Wonderbra
I'm going door to door with foreign swords
Causing more than war, slaying rappers commercial or horrorcore
So hold your head 'cause I'ma torture yours, leaving morbid sores
I promise you it'll be more than hard to ignore the gore
Hip hop's dead, and I'm the lucky savior
I'm kinda mad and I don't wanna pile up the anger
All these no-flow, gimmicky ass fired up behaviors
With wack beats and gap teeth like Tyler, the Creator
Motherfucker, you not dope
So you tryna get some attention by cussing and eating a fucking cockroach?
And Goblin? You get no props on it
It sucks so much I get blowjobs from it
I been told you niggas, "I'm real"
If you wack and no one's confronted you on your bullshit, then I will
Hate on me, but you can't deny skill
I crush all the momentum that you guys build with my eyes sealed
You faggots got me cussing
And only reason you probably buzzing
Is 'cause you slave as an Illuminati puppet
Y'all really on one, beat it, you're gone, done
You think real niggas feeling your shit? C'mon, son
I'm the illest and that's fo' shizzle
My flow sizzles, yo boy Hop go hard like some cold nipples
You niggas are making it so simple
My swag makes the ladies wave like fat stomachs with bone ripples
I know you niggas wish you could prevent it
'Cause I get buck like my Kool Ai'd got way too much sugar in it
You better run like I'm booger flicking
Homie, I've been good at rapping, now I'm tryna get gooder with it
So I'ma just go beast and bring that West coast heat
'Cause I'll be damned if you flex on me
The radio is filled with garbage over techno beats
And all these songs about cash are what we just don't need
Yo, nobody care about how money you stack
I murder everything I touch, buddy, move back
Got enough guts to sew trash and bust up your fluke act
And leave your fans saying, "How the fuck does he do that?"
My ranking is vicious, you thinking it isn't?
Can pay me a visit if you feel that you may be offended
Baby, I'm wicked, crazy, and sick and with the face of a nimwit
I be calling out names, but I ain't taking attendance
Some bitch was like, "Hop, you got me crying
'Cause you said I could call you while you out on tour
Shit and I be trying, I even text you, but you not replying
So when your new shit finally drop, that's one album I will not be buying
What, you're too Hollywood? And you don't even have two minutes?
Ever since you got your buzz, you don't know how bad you tripping
You went to that ho's house last night and you said that you didn't
I seen your pic on Facebook, the skank bitch done tagged you in it"
I got put on with the beastly flow
Now the sluts, they wanna bone when they see me, whoa
So I must, I take 'em home, let the wee wee grow
Then I bust from different strokes like the TV show
See, when I be coming through kicking it raw, nigga's like, "Gee, he's dope"
If there's anyone throwing dirty at my name, then you know he be toast
For all of you rappers that be bringing me drama, homie please be ghost
The only reason I'm being aggressive is 'cause we need hope
"Hopsin, I fucking love you, 'cause you supply the best rhymes
Since your flow is kinda strange, you should sign with Tech N9ne
You design erect lines, who am I to just like
Every single night I play your music right at bedtime
And usually I'm not into dark dick
I wanna do something freaky enough to win your heart with"
I say, "What you wanna do?" She say, "It's simple, Marcus
I wanna blow it before you put it in like a Nintendo cartridge"
Bitch, I'm hotter than a UV ray
Hotter than the thought of Nicki Minaj naked making her booty shake
Hot enough to pull up to your show and steal your groupie date
Hot enough to melt the ice cream that's on Gucci's face
And now you having hot flashes
All the shit you ever wanted in one MC, Hop has it
Don't rap if you do not practice
I cockblock wack shit, now get ready for Knock Madness
Lyrics submitted by bananahero
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