Mama sure ain't raise no punk
No, instead she raised someone insecure as fuck
And that's me
Yeah, that's me (ha ha ha ha ha, yeah)
Mama sure ain't raise no punk
No, instead she raised someone insecure as fuck
And that's me
Yeah, that's me
Look
I don't believe in compliments directed at me
But I trust criticism, I dissect it badly
I overthink, don't talk about it, never happy
Except, I don't accept no help
And truth is, dawg, I never have been
I'm sure I've friends only 'cause they don't know me well enough
Otherwise, they wouldn't ever fuck with Beelzebub
I hate cameras, mirrors, most reflective surfaces
I'm an assortment of many nervous tics, they set me up
Upset as fuck as soon as I open my eyes each morning
I let y'all slide each time and I despise me only
My face looks stupid, my stature stupid, my hair dumb
My friends? But a fluke
Qualities? We share none
I'm short
Short-tempered, short on rationale
My bark big, my bite not, I'm a tragic file
Even in my own shoes barely last a mile
Not convincing when I crack a smile
As a child
Mama sure ain't raise no punk
No, instead she raised someone insecure as fuck
And that's me
Yeah, that's me (ha ha ha ha ha, yeah)
Mama sure ain't raise no punk
No, instead she raised someone insecure as fuck
And that's me
Yeah, that's me
I don't wanna be remembered as the motherfucker that
Let you suckers take advantage of me til my lungs collapsed
Took a lot of shit from everybody now I'm busting back
Think I'm playing?
You can suck my dick and balls right from the back
Yeah, that's me