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hobo johnson - dear labels (live from oak park) lyrics

[intro]

my name’s frank, and if you’re a label
i’m just a- i’m just a young starving little man
who’s tryna’- who’s tryna’ make it big
and i just wanna- i just wanna be up there
i just wanna make my mom proud
i just wanna- i just wanna make her proud
and i -um- i’m gonna be great
i’ll be really nice
i’ll be easy to work with
it’s gonna be so great
you’re really gonna like me and-
and make a bunch of money off me or whatever
and then just drop me eventually

why did the chicken cross the road?
to slap the d-ck up out your mouth, let’s go

[verse]

what’s the deal with young chickens
i want an older chicken that
knows that grown business, ya know?

i’m narcissistic look at me, i’m an artist ebt
couldn’t help the fact i’m starving, for that mtv

and a deal put a 360 one at that
but if you’re pretty sh-tty
i’d be sitting pretty where i’m at
pay my rent and i’ll sell you my soul
if you could please just trade it for a french bread roll

i’m f-ckin’ starving look at me
now dear labels can’t you see?
i’m the one that f-ckin’ bleeds
tears and sweats every day of the week
now look at me

i won’t write you a f-ckin’ pop song
but i’ll write you a -n-lytical thesis
’bout your mom and why she’s a great woman

look at me, i want it more than
anything else that i could ever f-cking be
look at me

now look at me, i can kinda play piano
but (but) but not really, look at me
look at me, look at me, look at me
look at me, i’m alright, right?
yeah labels

look at me, look at me, look at me
look at me, i’m alright, right?

but on a day, that’s not so far
you’re gonna hear me whether you like it or not
on a day that’s not so far
you’re gonna hear me whether you like it or not
whether you like it or not cause–

cause i’m 2016 fat joe
who just did seven and a half years of straight cardio
i’m rap game house
except i’m not a f-ckin’ doctor though, wow

tell them labels, i’m everything they’d ever want
if all they want is a rapper that calls his mom daily
just to see what’s goin’ on cause
he misses her, and she misses her baby

please help me
please help me buy my mom a house
that i could go to every f-ckin’ weekend

please help me buy my mom a house
that i could go to every f-ckin’ weekend– i’m a

artist with a certain special something
and that-a something makes me really, really sad
because-a nothing

i’m a artist with a certain special something
and that-a something makes me really, really sad
because-a nothing

i’m a artist with a certain special something
and that-a something makes me really really sad
because-a nothing

i’m a artist with a certain special something

[outro]

what do ya think?
ya labels…
ya f-ckin pesky motherf-ckers

- hobo johnson lyrics

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