butthurt
Your Stepdad Lyrics
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Can't complain about them pockets
If you smoking good
I get unemployment from my
Brothers from unspoken hoods
Only got one homie 'cause I
Fall asleep when smoking woods (Damn)
Finding way more comfort when I'm faded
Than my meditation running out of answers
My depression on a levitiation
I'ma lose my patience
Shorty dragging with this reservation
See, man, this why I don't be charming
After the second date
I be on the race, the money first
Then I'm in second place
Yeah, she got a booty and some fashion
But she Shrek in face
Baby, I'm a cracker and you a nigga
Let's separate
I'm not gon' cap, bro
This shit starting to sound really ass
Here he go with this shit again, goddamn
(Nigga, shut up and just fucking record)
Bro, it's easy as fuck for you to say
But you don't got the
Pressure of these nigga
(Bro, shut up and just record the)
Fuck you, bro, really, really
Keep me on delivered for some hours
That's my motivation
This why I ain't open like the
Pupils of an older Asian
Niggas with some bitches and respect
We got no relation
Puberty ain't working, but I am
I get no vacation steady simping
Steady fixing up her problems
'cause I'm pretty horny
Like a game of Operation made
By Rick and Morty
Do I love her? I just wanna
Put my dick in shorty
Shoot it with a cannon and I
Bet I'd never visit shorty (Ha, yeah)
My therapist told me I'm a genius
But I could be crazy nigga, I ain't genius
I use weed for my good behavior
I don't use my conscience
When I'm conscious, so I'm hella lazy
Bitch, I don't got demons
Just effects from all my stupid causes
Now, I get attention from these hoes
I'm not used to all this
Shorty keep on talking, swear to God
I'm finna mute and pause it
Why is she talking this much? "Bro, maybe
She don't got nobody to talk
To at the crib"
Okay? And I don't give a fuck
"And that see, bro? Jesus"
Brodie told me shorties talk a lot
'cause they just getting comfy
Talk a lot and watch me slip
Away just like I'm Humpty Dumpty
Yeah, I'm sounding petty
That's my way of getting back at
All the bitches who would
Turn me down and tell me I was pretty ugly
But, heard that's a label
That's just pretty catchy
Praying to my Lord and savior
Hoping someone pretty catch me
Bet my phone a knee, girl, when I touch it
It get pretty ashy
I'ma tell you perfect, but my
Life is pretty shitty, actually
Oh my God
(Nigga, don't nobody wanna hear that shit)
Look, he finna start crying again, watch
These lyrics appear to convey a range of emotions and experiences related to the artist's personal life and relationships. The song seems to touch on themes such as financial struggles, substance use, mental health, and the complexities of romantic interactions.
In the first paragraph, the artist talks about his financial situation, mentioning unemployment and his circle of friends from challenging backgrounds. He also expresses a preference for being in an altered state, finding comfort and relief in being "faded." The artist's reference to "losing patience" and reservations about dating could suggest frustration with romantic relationships.
The second paragraph highlights the artist's feelings of pressure and frustration. There seems to be tension between the artist and someone in the recording process, with arguments and a sense of being misunderstood. This paragraph suggests internal struggles and a desire for validation or understanding.
The third paragraph delves into the artist's emotional struggles and the challenges he faces in relationships. He mentions feeling motivated by being kept waiting or ignored, and the metaphor of the "pupils of an older Asian" may suggest feeling closed off or guarded emotionally. The artist refers to himself as "pretty horny" and expresses a desire for physical intimacy.
The final paragraph reflects the artist's feelings of insecurity and his attempts to cope with them. The mention of therapy and being a genius but possibly crazy suggests a complex internal dialogue. The artist resorts to using weed to silence his conscience and admits to making mistakes. He notes the newfound attention from women but feels unfamiliar with it, expressing a desire to block out a woman who talks too much.
Overall, these lyrics appear to provide insight into the artist's personal struggles, emotional vulnerabilities, and frustrations within relationships. They touch on themes of financial hardship, substance use, mental health, and the search for validation and connection.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, huh
Hey, listen up
Can't complain about them pockets
I'm financially stable
If you smoking good
If you're enjoying the high
I get unemployment from my
I receive support from my
Brothers from unspoken hoods
Friends from marginalized communities
Only got one homie 'cause I
I only have one close friend because I
Fall asleep when smoking woods (Damn)
Fall asleep when smoking marijuana (Damn)
Lame ass nigga, I stay elevated
I stay high to avoid feeling insignificant
Finding way more comfort when I'm faded
I find more comfort when I'm under the influence
Than my meditation running out of answers
Than my attempts to find inner peace failing
My depression on a levitation
My depression is overwhelming and consuming
I'ma lose my patience
I'm becoming impatiente
Shorty dragging with this reservation
My partner is hesitant and indecisive
See, man, this why I don't be charming
This is why I don't try to be appealing
After the second date
After the second time we hang out
I be on the race, the money first
I prioritize making money over relationships
Then I'm in second place
Then I'm neglecting my own well-being
Yeah, she got a booty and some fashion
Yeah, she has a nice body and fashionable clothes
But she Shrek in face
But she is unattractive facially
Baby, I'm a cracker and you a nigga
I'm white and you're black
Let's separate
We should end our relationship
I'm not gon' cap, bro
I'm not going to lie, bro
This shit starting to sound really ass
This situation is becoming really unpleasant
Here he go with this shit again, goddamn
He's repeating this behavior again, damn it
(Nigga, shut up and just fucking record)
(Dude, stop complaining and just record)
Bro, it's easy as fuck for you to say
Bro, it's incredibly easy for you to say
But you don't got the
But you don't have the
Pressure of these nigga
Pressure of these difficult situations
(Bro, shut up and just record the)
(Bro, please be quiet and just record the song)
Fuck you, bro, really, really
I'm extremely frustrated with you, bro
Keep me on delivered for some hours
Ignoring my messages for hours
That's my motivation
That's why I'm motivated
This why I ain't open like the
This is why I'm not open like the
Pupils of an older Asian
Eyes of an elderly Asian person
Niggas with some bitches and respect
People with multiple partners and admiration
We got no relation
We have no connection
Puberty ain't working, but I am
I'm sexually active even though puberty is slow for me
I get no vacation steady simping
I don't get any break, always idolizing women
Steady fixing up her problems
Constantly trying to solve her issues
'cause I'm pretty horny
Because I'm very sexually aroused
Like a game of Operation made
Similar to a game of Operation created
By Rick and Morty
By the creators of Rick and Morty
Do I love her? I just wanna
Do I love her? Or do I just want to
Put my dick in shorty
Have sexual intercourse with her
Shoot it with a cannon and I
Ejaculate with great force and I
Bet I'd never visit shorty (Ha, yeah)
I'm confident I won't see her again (Ha, yeah)
My therapist told me I'm a genius
My therapist said I'm exceptionally intelligent
But I could be crazy nigga, I ain't genius
But I could also be mentally unstable, I'm not a genius
I use weed for my good behavior
I rely on marijuana to regulate my behavior
I don't use my conscience
I don't listen to my conscience
When I'm conscious, so I'm hella lazy
When I'm fully aware, so I'm extremely lazy
Bitch, I don't got demons
I don't have inner demons
Just effects from all my stupid causes
Just consequences from my foolish actions
Now, I get attention from these hoes
Now, I receive attention from these women
I'm not used to all this
I'm not accustomed to all this
Shorty keep on talking, swear to God
She keeps talking, I swear to God
I'm finna mute and pause it
I'm going to mute and pause her
Why is she talking this much? "Bro, maybe
Why is she talking so much? "Bro, maybe
She don't got nobody to talk
She doesn't have anyone to talk
To at the crib"
To at home"
Okay? And I don't give a fuck
Okay? And I don't care
"And that see, bro? Jesus"
"And that's how it is, bro? Jesus"
Brodie told me shorties talk a lot
Buddy told me women talk a lot
'cause they just getting comfy
Because they are becoming comfortable
Talk a lot and watch me slip
Talk a lot and observe my downfall
Away just like I'm Humpty Dumpty
Disappear just like Humpty Dumpty fell
Yeah, I'm sounding petty
Yeah, I'm being immature
That's my way of getting back at
That's my way of retaliating against
All the bitches who would
All the women who would
Turn me down and tell me I was pretty ugly
Reject me and say I was unattractive
But, heard that's a label
But I've heard that's a stereotype
That's just pretty catchy
That's just quite memorable
Praying to my Lord and savior
Praying to God for help
Hoping someone pretty catch me
Hoping an attractive person saves me
Bet my phone a knee, girl, when I touch it
Bet my phone kneels, girl, when I touch it
It get pretty ashy
It becomes dirty and ashy
I'ma tell you perfect, but my
I'm going to call you perfect, but my
Life is pretty shitty, actually
Life is actually pretty awful
Oh my God
Wow
(Nigga, don't nobody wanna hear that shit)
(Dude, nobody wants to hear that)
Look, he finna start crying again, watch
Look, he's about to start crying again, watch
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