Fucking Lame Lyrics - The Odd Future Tape, Vol.1 - Odd Future

[Verse 1] 

I'm rolling through Ladera in a Beemer looking cleaner 

Drinking on the blueberry Slurpee, eating that fajita 

My passenger seat is occupied by Senorita 

And mother keeps on bugging me about wanting to meet her 

I don't really need her, I'm just tryna treat her real nice 

So later on, up in the night, I could go beat her 

And make a lie about the gonorrhea 

So she don't feel guilty about me wanting to leave her 

That "fuck" on t-shirt print is cheetah 

And I got that '87 bunny flow, like an Easter 

Basket, you faggots, is plastic, like nerds with old glasses 

But I'm still liable to get my ass kicked 

Conned-Sort actor, a Baby Milo addict in the attic 

Where you losers can't get me 

Nikon and the Canon, they were never the same 

And please do not take a picture, I can't be seen with you lames 

[Hook] 

Man, y'all some muthafuckin' lames 

Man, y'all some muthafuckin' lames 

Don't lie to yourself, y'all some lames 

Man, y'all some lames 

The Canon don't flash, y'all some lames 

I cannot be seen with you lames 

You mothafuckas is some lames 

[Verse 2] 

Can't stop for, flashing, like a cop car 

Me and. rock well, I'm a rock star 

Fuck y'all the O.F. is banging on 'em 

Custom curlex rolling while we're Ronald Regan on 'em 

Y'all drug dealers, I Carl Sagan on 'em 

Chop and screw Nas tracks, I got piano's waiting on 'em 

My shirt is yellow, but the grill is gold 

I couldn't take the Ritalin cause my therapist the pill is old 

I can't skate, but I guess that's lost control 

I don't have sense, sorry I sold my soul 

For some gold Bapes low-price, stale rate 

Authentic, never fake, check the poll, our statistic 

Stay with authentics, check my steelo 

Cause my mob's goodie like we Ceelo 

And he know, I am yes and even she know 

Every instrument is a gram, kilo