Just To Feel Wanted

[Verse 1]
Yah, yah
I remember being younger, I used to jam on that mic
Rock—rock—rockin' 'round that clock up on a Saturday night
Man it was fly, gettin' them people to do their dance on the floor
See, I was never a fan of the hype, more concerned with havin’ a ball
Slowly the phony-baloneys would choke and go creepin' home, but
You could catch me with my cronies doing d—d—do-si-do
If I’d only known how to jump in the big bucks
I would of written songs about killing kids for pumping their kicks up
But if you think Tuk’ ain’t gonna be all right, I’m feeling fine
Don’t even leave the light on for me tonight, I won't need the shine
Just leave me with my piece of mind, yo (Paint it gold, T)
That reminds me of something my mother must'a told me
She said...

[Chorus]
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead they should try to just do
Who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music?
And never worry 'bout whether or not
It's gonna make you a star

[Verse 2]
Some people gonna bitch about you anyway, tell ‘em how it is, but it wouldn’t sway ‘em anyway
I'ma go ahead and say it anyway, any day I’m ready, mate, let me demonstrate at any rate, see
We got plenty fakes who play petty games just to get their pretty pennies made
Damn, this is not a lemonade stand, your head ain’t nothing but empty space, get a brain scan!
For heaven sake, man, come set a date, I’m gone set ‘em straight, then it's on the the next
I rock heavy breaks, Morgs on decks, flawless is what you call this
Immature twits get ignored for their ignorance, raw shit tighter than a frickin corset
Born fresh, abort ship, unless you were in it for the art, you weren’t in it from the start, silly bitches

[Chorus]
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead they should try to just do
Who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music?
And never worry 'bout whether or not
It's gonna make you a star

[Breakdown]

[Verse 3]
Listen
It ain’t the money, dummy, if you wanna
Be somebody, then buddy, just be somebody, it’s easy
Be happy, and I’m not talkin' 'bout whether you’re happy enough
I think life should be about fallin' madly in love (Come on)
And if you don’t it’s okay, okie dokie, no pain
No gain, for all I care go play the hokey pokey
This dopey mopey, he gon' be lonely, "be an O.G"
Nah, haven’t been one of those since I was 14

[Chorus]
People make a lot of bullshit
Just to feel wanted
When instead they should try to just do
Who they truly are
She told me if I write her a song
Could I make it good music?
And never worry 'bout whether or not
Its gonna make you a star

[Scratches]