Dickheads (feat. Alex the Astronaut)

Hey! What's the matter putty cat? Why you cooking crack? Ayy Why you lookin' mad when it's me you lookin' at? Ayy You is not a boss, you're a sook, you're a dog Gobble gobble, you're a chook tryna squabble over rat bait Wack, fake, you can't see the facts straight Blind as a ma'fucker, stuck up in a bat cave You get overlooked, you is shook, tryna throw the book Pinocchio's a crook, you a donkey of the damn day You a blagger on my bandwagon tryna mansplain Lollygagging out your lung bags, you're a gas tank You'd sell out your fam for one grand, you're a hack, mate I can count my fam on one hand, you're a tax break You, you, gotta be about You, you, it's always gotta be about You, you, always gotta be about You I guess some people are dickheads That's fine, they cannot help it Unless you tell them, that's why they're dickheads I ain't time for that Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I'ma spell it out but I don't care I don't care, I don't care Contradictions, motherfuckin' walking contradictions They're all I ever talk about in all my compositions Scorned by poor decisions, haunted by thoughts I'm thinkin', thwarted So I thought I'd pen a song, pour some liquor, you ought'a listen Thank you for sabotagin' all that I hold important Thank you, you're so supportive, I needed you, you ignored it Convinced me that I'm no better, buried me in your baggage I'm bending backwards, go ahead and pretend that it never happened, yeah You, you, gotta be about You, you, it's always gotta be about You, you, always gotta be about You I guess some people are dickheads That's fine, they cannot help it Unless you tell them, that's why they're dickheads I ain't time for that Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I'ma spell it out but I don't care I don't care, I don't care Yo, ayy, ayy, ayy You play the plight of the victim by crying and whingeing, you lyin', but inside your'e hiding a villain My life is a mile a minute, I don't have the time for your fiction I'm tired of thinking my friend is a friend when he actually isn't, you have to admit it I'm trapped in reality, you just imaginary, you just pretending, you are an arrogant dickhead You are a parody, packing a nappy, I'm happy as Larry apparently You wouldn't know, you just assume that I have to be, you are just stupid and broke, move! Get out the way, you're crowding my lane, cloudy and rain, blocking the sun with your head Your ego's amounting to pain, fuck you, it must've been something I said You, you, gotta be about You, you, it's always gotta be about You, you, always gotta be about You Hey! I guess (I guess) some people are dickheads That's fine (That's fine), they cannot help it Unless you tell them, that's why they're dickheads I ain't time for that Oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah I'ma spell it out but I don't care (I don't care) I don't care (I don't care), I don't care Hey! Oh-oh-oh-oh (You're a dickhead) Oh-oh-oh (You're a dickhead) Oh-oh-oh (Why's it gotta be about you?) Hey! Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh (Why's it gotta be about you?)