paroles de chanson Dickheads (feat. Alex the Astronaut) - Tuka 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?)