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mrhober - tnx lyrics

[part 1]
hobbie are you mad?
oh, hobbie ain’t it sad?
you glad that they all glad?
’bout job you never had?
they say all this no real
that hobbie went real bad
that all he f-cking sings about are
dogs and mom and dad, ah!
why you so serious, so quiet, spit it out!
don’t matter that all that you’ll say, we sure gon’ doubt!
ofcourse it all matters, all that you’re talking bout
tho you should trust me, forget changing route, ‘stead chase the clout!
you shan’t be so quiet, ‘s better to scream and shout!
oh, why you being so serious, so quiet, spit it out!

[part 2]
when you down, feelin’ low
when you really don’t know
yo, charge them batteries bro
phone me i’ll pick up the phone, waddup?
‘member the problem’s not problem ’till brain processes it problematic
don’t lock yourself up in attic, catch some air, ask yourself “waddup?”
life’s a static, pick up remote, change the channel
cartoon network, boomerang, something that can be sang, don’t hold up
life’s a ladder, just to get to so called heaven, nothing up in the skies
use your eyes, it’s in disguise, stand up
oh, yes, it is absurd, this bl–dy world
yes, the word is a gun but we can gun it all down, we grownup
policemen in a cab, with their right hand raised
looking straight in my way, for a way to say “waddup?”
crossin’ the street, i see policemen greeting me
but pointing at the guitar case thinking cocaine might be in
yo, waddup?
i know all i address, i know it’s all subjective
i know it’s my own stress, yet i present it as objective
people ‘void overthinking, yet overthink what i say
sin every single little detail in these songs that i make
took it for granted, as every syllable, every step
every dream we don’t get, as all them “thanks” we all said
all the love we sent, h-lls we bent
everything we represent
all the chats we yet gon’ chat
all the people we named fat, waddup?
was sorry i was absent tho my absence is my presence
and n0body ever questions why i gave away those lessons
so them lennons hide the venom and the pain inside the harold
cuz i’ve tried a million times to be thy person, not the error
yet my mental chose accepting all these twaddles, all the terror
into normal we did choose to turn this absurd
we can simply change the p-ssword, let my essays be just forewords
f-ck them curse words, just look forward
stop them wars and ask each other “waddup?”
all these sounds you just’ve heard, you’ve already heard before, from a man or a bird, therefore, tell me waddup?
cartoon network, boomerang, all the problems i sang about, built the man i am, my man, so tell me, waddup?

- mrhober lyrics

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