Lyrics Oddity - PhorHead

I'm way too young for this shit
Imma make my hands numb writing this
I think imma go dumb writing hits
When I see you in the halls, faceless like Fitz, uh
Pull the clip, gon' make you Twitch (Yuh)
Bet you wish you made the list (Yuh)
Can't get in, no kiss the fish (Yuh)
I'm fairly odd, won't grant your wish (Yuh)

All my friends wanna just be like me, okay
I'm giving you bangers to bump for free all day
Shoot in the Chester, not talking Frito-Lay
They go crazy when they listening, cocaine
Huh
Park the whip in the cave
Lego man drowning in the city, woah hey
Still tryna figure out how to grow, Rogaine
Still tryna figure out how to grow MJ
Yuh
They ain't aware of, ware of
Please take a seat now, please chair 'em, chair 'em
If you got a problem then square up, square up
You trapped in the past that's an era error
Why you fake depressed, that's Sero-tone deaf
Olympic level failure, that's a hippodrome throw test
I am the coldest if you haven't noticed
Better take notes 'fore I'm gone, better quote this
Oh shit
Yes, I'm slick with the flow
See Mountain Dew, make the liquid engulfed
Just what I do, it's just what's natural
You know imma win so you might as well fold

I'm way too young for this shit
Imma make my hands numb writing this
I think imma go dumb writing hits
When I see you in the halls, faceless like Fitz, uh
Pull the clip, gon' make you Twitch (Yuh)
Bet you wish you made the list (Yuh)
Can't get in, no kiss the fish (Yuh)
I'm fairly odd, won't grant your wish (Yuh)

Who are you? I don't remember your name
You started to fall off when you got fame
Why you so chicken? You lookin' like Cane's
I don't want to collab, stay in your lane
Ay
What you gon' do?
All your friends bumpin' my music on loop
Your flavor is fading fast; bubble gum chew
Can't find who fucking asked, Imma go sleuth
My lady from foreign lands
And her momma a PhorHead stan
But I must say I'm sorry, man
'Cause I'm such a Canadian
Makin' bacon in every land
Makin' bank just like Vince McMahon
Dropped some bars and then came the fans
And it stick like it's viscus, man, yeah
Stop this shit, pop, get crits
(What?)
Cash in vest, like stock business
(Huh?)
Mixtape on Christmas list
(What?)
Your balance bad, like whiskerless
(What is he talking about?)
It's just way too easy-peasy
I just rap a couple flows and then I show up on your TV
Makin' money by the minute, I think I need higher ceilings
'Cause this dough is overflowing, I think I got too much heating, yuh

I'm way too young for this shit
Imma make my hands numb writing this
I think imma go dumb writing hits
When I see you in the halls, faceless like Fitz, uh
Pull the clip, gon' make you Twitch (Yuh)
Bet you wish you made the list (Yuh)
Can't get in, no kiss the fish (Yuh)
I'm fairly odd, won't grant your wish