Ballad of an Asshole
D-Why Lyrics

Asshole, yeah that's what they calling me
People refer to me as an asshole

And they can watch the time fly While they wait on an apology
Others can pass the time waiting for my apology, which won't come

D.F.Y., D.F.Y., that's the story of my life
My initials and the abbreviation for 'Don't Fuck Yourself' sum up my life

They always told me don't speak If you ain't saying nothing nice
I was taught to only speak kindly or not at all

Attitude over everything, everything over my exes Everyone stays for dinner Only the chosen stay for breakfast
My attitude is more important than anything, even my ex-partners. Only those I deem worthy stay overnight

Sorry, I'm not sorry Came in tardy to the party, dressing, acting like I'm Ari
I'm not sorry for being late and dressing flamboyantly at a party, mimicking pop star Ariana Grande

They ask me why I'm conceited And why I'm over-achieving People done fucked me over So really I'm just getting even
I'm often called conceited and accused of over-achieving, but it's just my way of getting back at those who wronged me

There's a price on my head, I'm going for dead 'Cause nobody cares about me I've been way too self-involved, I guess it's my fault Maybe we'll just have to wait and see
I feel like people want me dead, as no one cares about me; I realize I'm too self-involved, but I'm not sure if I can change

As I'm living, I dont stress 'em, I God bless 'em Learned that lesson, now I'm better I'm walking into confession One shot for my people Who never made it up out the ghetto To get through this shit I'm gon' need another shot of espresso
I've learned not to stress others and to pray for them instead. I'm walking towards self-improvement and honoring those who never made it out of the ghetto. To cope, I drink espresso

Fuck 'em all is what I'm yellin' 'til I die Did it all on my own, I'm doin' what I fantasized Might have hurt a couple feelings, but I never told no lies And the nerve of these folks, they want me to apologize? I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not Sorry, sorry, sorry, I'm not Sorry for stuntin', sorry for nothin' Sorry for what? Sorry, I'm not sorry
I don't care what others think, as I've succeeded independently and have never lied. I won't apologize for my behavior or arrogance

Asshole, why the fuck you callin' me? Said it 'cause I had to, that wasn't a real apology Scorpio my astrology, tardiness is my policy "Lived a man, died a legend" someday will be my biography
Someone calls me an asshole, so I ask why. Their excuse for my title isn't even real. My zodiac sign is Scorpio and I'm always late. I want my biography to read that I was legendary

Living and loving and learning, watching the world as it's turning They say that this is just murder, please let me call my attorney
I'm living life, gaining wisdom, and observing the world's chaos. They claim it's just life, but I need to call my lawyer

Dudes, what about 'em? See boyfriends are like assholes Every girl's got one, it's just that we don't want to hear about 'em I'm in London and Paris, stunt and embarrass, shopping at Harrod's Seeing an heiress, she lies to parents, she's running my errands And wondering why I dont want to get married 'Cause I don't give a fuck, don't give a fuck (Won't you tell 'em like) I dont give a fuck, don't give a fuck
Regarding boyfriends, every girl has one, but we don't want to discuss them. I travel to London and Paris, showing off and causing a scene while shopping at Harrod's. I associate with an heiress who lies to her parents and does errands for me. Despite pressure to marry, I don't care about what others want

In love and war there are no rules and no regulations No judges, no congregations No hugs and no conversations No love and no consummation Stop letting my confidence expose all your insecurities And you wonder why nothing worries me (Thought I told 'em, you know)
In love and war, there are no rules, judges or expressions of affection. I won't let others' insecurities affect me, which is why I'm unfazed by anything

I told him, "real men never ask for help" He turned to me and said, "son, don't flatter yourself" I told him, "real men never ask for help" He turned to me and said, "son, don't flatter yourself"
I shared my belief that 'real men' never ask for help, but someone pointed out that it's an unfounded idea