Oof
Title | Oof |
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Artist | Daymeus |
Album | You’ve Heard Worse |
Release Date | 2018-04-27 |
Description | So, all growing up and even nowadays, most of the artists I really looked up to had this confident persona about them. Such a vast majority of rappers I heard were so confident and sure of themselves and I wanted to be like them. I tried this a lot growing up but it just felt so forced and pretentious. So I kinda just started writing like I wasn’t. It felt more natural and I hoped it would be a contrast to, what I always thought to be, the norm of the genre. I still love rapping like I’m the fucking king, that’s what Oof is about. Who wouldn’t? But when I do, I try to find a unique reason as to why. I don’t know, it makes sense in my head |
Lyrics | [Verse 1] So many rap gods, who believe in 'em? I'm a rap atheist, I can't see them, who conceived 'em? I'd like to take a trip in a DeLorean and slip a condom on the one Y'all don't really say much (nah) Lips locked but without love (aw) I feel bad, y'all be lackin' touch Nobody feelin you, cactus (yikes) Bitch, I came to battle wit a noose Dayme got a flow sporadic, y'all in a loop I could cop a dollar and put it to better use Than others who blowin' m's The music you wanna mute, a cinema lackin' views Havana without Camila, a pillar without a roof I be goin' Attila whenever I'm in the booth Murder I'm on the loose Makin' ya bitch a stray Fuck is you gonna do? Hoe Ya ass gettin' jumped like a car battery Makin' stacks like my job in a Jenga factory Turnin' ash, any track that I'm not abandoning You can play it back, bent down, it'll hit you again, paddling Right now, go ahead Yo girl ridin', no saddle, you don't matter I can make y'all split up like I'm Frank Welker Flow wetter than her— [Interlude] Oof We're gonna take a timeout real quick [Verse 2] Look, I don't mean to gag that vibe but Lookin' around, it's just you and I so Gonna be real this an attempt to fit in (fuck) Oof, oh sweet listener, fuck to 4th wall My whole vision, I pray it ain't corny Confident at night, met by mornin' to fizzle out Oof, this is between us only, only you The others don't know me No me who believes those things I said—I said through That whole verse I just stopped, to be see-through, why? (why?) It's apparent, I'm transparent, I talk a lot, I'm a parrot Got big mouth like a toucan, got 'em all staring (woo) So, just you listen up while they're all distracted This ain't magic, this all a trick I'm reacting to my own words how egotistic, so insistent I'm just compensating for the word I deem whack I just have different approach, I don't know if it works though I would really rather do that, what I did in the begin...ing You might also like[Chorus] Oh, they don't know And I can't explain it so pictures I've painted but Oh, they don't know And I know, that they won't Oof [Verse 3] I do have a confession I believe in those rap gods mentioned If they in a loop, that loop gold A dollar dirt to that kinda dough, real I'm just givin' perspective Theaters full and Havana still exists Without songs to popularize where Stray pillars are monuments, oof My money more like a game of Jenga that ended Or, better yet, before But they're credit cards, and they're overcharged Tower too large, 'bout to crumble over me, oof I ain't burnin' no tracks Rollin' in no ash, stealin' no cat Reelin' in no masses, no one feelin me, cactus Oof, no, I ain't goin Attila I'd hardly call it a booth, a curtain in the corner of the room Actin' like it's a villa, and like I'm a villain I ain't, standin' there killin' a soul Thinkin' they'll know it's a facade, I need another job A chair to fall upon if all this lands far and reach, I can't And debt boxes me in, oof Fuck it, I'm a kid still I could never stand still I can grow, they don't know, landfill Full of skill, full of meals Buffet full of deals, oh no, goddamn You ain't never ask for this, all this baggage Fuck I'm sorry, friend We'll get back to it, remember tell no one [Verse 4] Uh Yeah Where were we? Oh right Uh, my flow wetter than yo bitches pants Y'all keep teetering, sheep, take a stance Bars cold, they could be sold from Bob Vance Like Elsa, freeze lands, they're all fuckin' stans, my god You in a hole, you need plans Some odd jobs and maybe freelance You're weak, I'm He-Man You peaked and still ain't seasoned Your record leaked and yet no one gives a fuck, man [Chorus] Yeah You actin' hard, it's a mask Yeah Like wool to asphalt, you lack Yeah Bitch, I'm the Dark Souls of rap Yeah [Outro] Oof Right? |