Charlie Brown - Apathy, Kappa gamma, OH No

Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown

Oh no, we’re doomed!

I raise the bars for stars and quasars

That’s the reason why I ain’t on your radars

You’d have to be like NASA to see this high

Plus you’d have to be nastier to be this guy

To be this fly, you need a hoverboard and some jetpacks

The grand architect of the universe to bless tracks

You’d have to walk a mile in my shoes

To decipher all the complex styles that I use

Cause my brain’s all crazy from the Ritalin they gave me

And even as a baby loud music didn’t faze me

And even as a teenager rappers couldn’t fade me

I never gave a fuck about the hoes who betrayed me

And traded me for somebody else, well they can have 'em

Thanks for the rides to school and orgasms

Thanks for the cellphone bills that got paid

Been a pimp day one since I first got laid

Took rap more serious about the ninth grade

When I first heard the first LP that Nas made

Nowadays music sound so weird

Everybody clothes are tight, everybody got a beard

It’s like the end of days that every rap fan feared

'Til the savior appeared on the stage and they cheered

I daydreamed while I sat on the bus

Fantasizin' of these whack ass rappers I crush

One day I’ll make my whole neighborhood hot

On the rooftop like I’m Snoopy or Woodstock

A Tribe Called Quest in the «Check the Rhime» video

There once was a dream but I did it though

Nah, I never gave a fuck what the rest did

Now I’m on tour makin' sure I’m well-rested

Thanks to my fam and the fans who invested

And always had my back when my faith got tested

Body in the trunk, gas tank low

Heading 'round and not a place to go

When the chips are down, would you hold me down

When I’m feeling like Charlie Brown

Money running out, bills so high

Just wanna float up to the sky

When the chips are down, would you hold me down

When I’m feeling like Charlie Brown

Money running out, bills so high

Yo, I be feelin' like Charlie Brown

Or rather Pig Pen, from all that dirt I been in

The 'burbs and the blocks, the street curbs and the kitchen cookers

Sold nightmares, these dreams boy I got hookups

Back in the day was just a week ago

The memories gone, it’s probably from that reefer smoke

A nigga play Aretha when I’m needin' hope

To see the folks later, they try to kick it like FIFA pro’s

I lecture my sons about grades and chips

'Cause any drama is known to gray the wigs

I do what my favorites did and still do

So many try to make it, shit I’m just trying to make it through

So many really fake it, man I’m just gonna keep it true

Too many people hatin', gonna see how the evils do

I’ve seen a gang a rain clouds out in Cali skies

And felt turbulence without havin' a plane ride

Y’all killin' my high, killin' my vibe

Them drugs be… killin' me inside, kill me and die

I was never known for killin' with kind, I’ll be killin' a blind

Script murder, like I’m loadin' the nine while I rhyme

Please excuse me, uh, the way I shouted was an uzi

I’m plottin' a movie, pop extras in the jacuzzi

Big dreams still livin' loosely, loose leafs, no loosies

The same bitches that was actin' bougie now they groupin' groupies

That wanna do me, do me

I spark a doobie that you call a doozie

Then bang that groupie in a fuckin' hooptie

Tell 'em I’m ballin' but right now, I’m doing iiiit

The type of dude you don’t wanna have no kiiiids

The boy is just ridiculouuus

Look, clownin', that’s a state of mind I live in

All bad when I pop the trunk, homie get in

No!

Body in the trunk, gas tank low

Heading 'round and not a place to go

When the chips are down, would you hold me down

When I’m feeling like Charlie Brown

Money running out, bills so high

Just wanna float up to the sky

When the chips are down, would you hold me down

When I’m feeling like Charlie Brown

«Keep the change ya filthy animal!»