Oh Well - Lil Dicky, Jace

Oh well, I’m ignorant

But not to the fact that I’m ignorant, of course

I know that, I’m indifferent

I don’t care to know what I don’t

I don’t care 'til I’m coming home

And my dad tell me some shit about when he my age, he was doing shit

Protesting about something that I forget currently

But that’s not the point, the point is

To my pot, the boy is in the crowd devoid of giving a fuck

I would call his bluff but I’ve been thinking 'bout it

And shit, he ain’t wrong, though

I don’t vote but I think I did at prom, though

I don’t know about a world if it’s not home

I don’t even know the first thing about what Obama do

I’m better off telling y’all what Lebron been doing

I don’t even know what my mom been doing

I hit her up every Sunday

And we talk, but the call’s going one way

In the dark, if it’s not what I’m doing

Never been aware from the start, but I knew it

I don’t even care how my tech work

If the shit work, put it there, turn it on, we can do it

Funny thing is I could look it all up today

Constructive way to buck behavior Dave hate

And placate the debate within my brain waves

But the shows I watch all start at 8 so

Oh well

It’s the season finale, so…

Oh well

I kind of have to watch live, people are gonna tweet about it

Oh well

But I’m aware of all this stuff, I’ll figure it out

Oh well

I do care when my phone’s dying

Like, when that shit’s red and I can’t text

And I can’t check what my fans said

I get mad stressed

Laying in the bed but I can’t rest

Till my gram checked, wish I cared less

Leave it at the crib, I’m a damn mess

I should stop for a day, wanna try that shit

Drifting away, I wanna ride that ship

Dinner on the table but I’m unable to be tasteful

Underneath, I’m a like that pic

Watching the show on a phone, filming Coachella on phones

Hoping I capture the moment so I could post it

Don’t live in the moment, hoping I’m still in control

But I’m praying I’m not alone

All the fans say I’m great at talking to 'em

They don’t even understand I am not the man

I just can’t go a day with being alone

When I’m with friends, though, why the fuck am I still on my phone?

Wishing I could look this shit up on Chrome

Wishing I could take a second to stop and reflect it

But someone just texted me

Oh well

It’s actually like an important text

Oh well

I’m trying to solve, like, logistical issues

Oh well

It’s time sensitive is what I’m trying to say

Oh well

I was gonna do a line, but I sneezed

I was gonna smoke, but I need weed

I just wanna roll up and then leave

But everyone keeps on talking to me

Like «How's Mike Will?

You know Rae Sremm?

I like «No Type"but I really hate them»

Like I asked for your opinion when I barely even know what day it is

I’m passed through and through on loans and my rent

But I just bought new J’s and shit

Going way fast on a one way road with the window down tryna wave at them

My mom says I should go back to classes

But I’m in the strip club and I’m clapping asses

And my bitch look like Jacqueline Onassis

But she lies a lot and can’t kick the habit

I’ve tried to stop giving passes to those who front it cause that’s living

backwards

And they give two cents when I ain’t even ask them

Treat them like exams and I need to pass them

I’m twitching dutches, I don’t do the backwoods

But this gas station don’t carry those

And I’m tryna smoke, man, how traffic

Here’s a 20 and some change, man, you can have it like

No

Oh well

Oh well

Oh well