Letra Still freestyling (outro) Lil Dicky

Still freestyling (outro)

I joke a lot, I know
The voice inside of me is twelve years old
Yeah, I need guidance
I just turned thirty and I'm still freestylin'

So this how YOLO beats doubt
And hope breeds vows
I won't be proud 'til I'm crowned
You holdin' me down or you holdin' me down?
Will I break out or will I break down?
I'm calling my shot, aww
This is my plot, aww
Just let me be not wrong
Everything is right in front of me
So I don't see what's right in front of me
I'm only seein' what it's gonna be (Two, three, four)
I never had a ménage (Oh)
I'd rather get a fiancé (Ayy)
Mom up my ass like a prostate
She thinkin' forward like blockchain
But I'm sittin', thinkin' 'bout the fourth grade (Woo)
I was hittin' on the Macarena
Visualizin' all the packed arenas
I ain't had shit on my hands ?xcept Cheetos
That was the top
Back when Dwayn? was the Rock
Back when jerkin' off used to be the motivation
I would come home racin', tryna beat my mama to my crib, get naked
Then I'll go on Maxim.com for the pictures
Put the shower on while I'm stickin' the print-outs to the shower wall usin' steam
Then I put the shower head up on the massage settin'
What the fuck was that?
How was I usin' stills?
Now when I use my thoughts
The women turn to sand
The women blow away
It's why I take Adderall every day
Fifteen milligram, time release
I pray to God it doesn't kill me
My generation the test (Yes)
I can feel my heart race in my chest (Yes)
Takin' what it takes to be best (I do)
I met a nice girl out west (I did)
But I wish she was more East Coast (That's true)
Guess that's how the story goes
Doesn't matter how I far I go
Fuck it, I don't even know
Lot of surfaces don't need a scratch
A lot of matches haven't met a match
There's a lot of women in my phone
Who last name is Bumble, Tinder, or some other app
On a date, I can't wait 'til I talk about work
If they sleep over, I'll get 'em a shirt
I don't do synagogue, I don't do church
I don't know exactly what I believe
I don't know exactly what we all need
Homie, this shit is a doozey
We all used to write it in loose leaf
I just want someone to use me
If you can't be used, you're useless (Uh)
I'm just so lucky to be doin' me (True)
Been privileged since birth
Now I gotta pay that forward
How we gonna change that world?
I know I'm different
I'm comin' out and I hope you'll listen
Time's runnin' out and I know I'll miss it
I could fail, but I can't do what-ifs
I'll give you my heart and you'll still want a pic
You in or you out, y'all? What you gonna pick?
I wanna be what I wanna be
(What's wrong with me?)

Why do they bring out the lobster before you eat it
And have you look at it in its eyes?
(Anyone?)
(No)

I joke a lot, I know
The voice inside of me is twelve years old
Yeah, I need guidance
I just turned thirty and I'm still freestylin'