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killa kane of untitled name gang - intro lyrics

[verse 1]
what the f-cks a song?
and whats this magic thing called, “structure”?
i am not your average motha f-cker
and you are not just another average random customer
so hey there, how you doin’? we are so glad that you found us
you were searching “ufo sightings”; look where you wound up
maybe thats all summed up to dumb luck
or maybe im so out this f-ckin’ world, atleast somewhat
yo, what the f-ck’s an intro?
i was stuck without that info
should i try to get it simple?
make some noise like michael winslow!
should i collect my thoughts like coins in nintendo
published games?
nah, f-ck this, keep it riddled in sudden change
cuz im the weirdo with the poofy hair
that you see there
usually i should be rare
now flip me til i’m well done
they hungry for it lets just face the glutton
cuz even i am shamefully american
as apple pie with extra extra whip
whip my head like excorsist
but i’m full of rom-com bullsh-t
like on and on
kiss and tell
im sweet like swisher’s to the dome, cuz i share
and i love to french inhale
and they can feel the smell
stench of twistin l’s
the art of rollin blunts, crisp
blind like my eyes like the golden arches
too many different artists
they harvest
im starvin
im starvin!

[bridge]
what the f-ck’s an intro?
what the f-ck am i doin’ here?

[chorus]
why can’t i ever be easy on myself?
for just once, once, once, once
why can’t i ever be easy on myself?

[verse 2]
what the f-ck’s a come up?
this is just vent-tlation
bent frustration, emulated
bit of brain is not quite dead but signals faded
all these up and comers gimme inspiration
plenty just quit creating, leave me hangin
but a new voice relays it
for every sh-tty salutation
so someday i may just make it based in all my calculations
all i need is one mic, on hinge
one row with all my friends that i can count on one hand
thats five fingers
but what if i can build it up to buildings packed
that’s lights that flash, and back up singers
imma dreamer but dead ringer
despite being an introvert, thats high key
and all i need is one introvert just like me
with some extra extroverted qualities
like talkin absurdist comedy
or reciting absudist poetry
but that fine, sometimes, i prefer this hole in me
in the mainframe of my artery area
heart break strings build character
better than the predecessor heart that ain’t felt no hurt yet
my past loves wanna see me lose, they serve bets
now they can’t reach me
im the bottom of a pringles can
isolate myself forever like encino man

and there’s people out there
i miss more than i ought to
some refuse to talk to
cuz they are not so thoughtful
f-ck ’em
if you can’t say nothin nice right?
well there’s that block b-tton
you was not bluffin
d-mn i miss you, and the sad part is your not even worth it
and you know it, that last line was quoted
called us soul mates then revoked it
so if im being an -sshole then you provoked it
what the f-ck’s this song even turnin into
its not the way this is suppose to go

[bridge]
this was suppose to be light hearted
when i started

[chorus]
why can’t i ever be easy on myself?
for just once, once, once
why can’t i ever be easy on myself?

- killa kane of untitled name gang lyrics

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