Hate Me Tomorrow - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Youngin who, stupid you, so dumb and douchey

Newest dude, sing a tune, and call it music

Two addys, truth had it, I concentrated orange juices

Focus like foreign students or focus like ford or fusion

More distorted views by news reporters who abort the truth

Remember grandma screaming Rob I hope you got the lord with you

Skinny white kid escaped by skate boarding in Jordan shoes

That paper chasin making moves with grace embracing fortitude

My fortune read I was orphan bread and my mom admits it

The hornets nest where they off me as just a foreign misfit

My pen a torch setting forest fires and burning bridges

My sources said I was born to blow like a whores ambition

Its more then fiction I orchestrated distorted visions

So before you judge let me tell you this ain't your court to bitch in

Fuck you if ya said I was wrong

This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so

You can hate me tomorrow so

Fuck you if ya said I was wrong

This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so

Dreaming diamonds but my pockets still on a penny diet

Screaming silence as I ride around bumping Debbie Ryan

I got the beat give it birth as soon as I came inside it

They wanna bite it but couldn’t chew off the way I write it

Im so excited the Flo is fire no fire hydrant

They thought I died but I came alive and I frankensteined it

Go head rewind it and pick apart every rhyme inside it

Cause I wrote this for the kids who write they raps on math assignments

And still turn em in

I feel like Jeremy Lin

I left New York from divorce but I’m still a northern kid

I scribble art and reveal my heart as I burn and spit

And gotta little tar on my heals due to the dirt I did

Carolina jokes, often inspired by Aristotle quotes

With the occasional marijuana smoke

Fuck you if ya said I was wrong

This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so

You can hate me tomorrow so

Fuck you if ya said I was wrong

This my shit you can hate me tomorrow so