Flames lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Verse 1: Lil Dicky]

Iight, I'm blowing on that sticky shit

Everybody's talking, bitches stalking, quick as Lawson

When I'm walking to the gym and shit

Everybody wanna get involved with the Dicky kid

I don't even know the deal y'all, I'm just killing shit

I ball like I'm playin the wii

Hit up all da ATMS, I been paying the fees

Being gay about the stems, Dicky weighing the weed

And now these labels on a cleanse, got em saying

We need jews, oh the dude the scoop boos,

Boozing stupid and he rap bruising tunes amusing students

I'm the truth dude

Put some funny shit up on youtube

Now these mafuckas spitting looking shitty as doo doo

Who knew, ya dude got a lot to do

I don't fill them bitches up, but the lobster do

Plus she licking on my nut like it's pasta too

And now that Dicky blowing up all these bitches so compliant

These days dicky gotta cover up his privates

Bathroom pissing brothas buzzing on some spy shit

Man, I wish that my dick was a little bigger

Because I'm in a pickle for riddles about ma pickle

Being minimal, criminally abysmal and literally

Women I'm hitting is cognizant of every centimetre

And I'm meeting bitches who seem to be fucking Derek jeter's

Every weekend, very freaky, don't know what I'm doing to em

These bitches do the type of shit chicks in porn doing

Bathroom beating on my dick, right before I do 'em

Man that's my only chance, ya know

I'm handsome though

I gotcha lady dancing bro

[Hook:]

Man ever since I came up in this motherfucker shit been changed

Every rapper getting madder 'bout the funny shit I'm saying

They be trapping, I be napping, steady crapping on the game

And like a rabbit out the hat I'm doing magic with the flames man

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]

Better stop comparing me to Andy Milanokis

Andy Samberg, Adam Sandler, man I swear it's so obnoxious

I don't care about the rarity of care-free song topics

The hilarity and parody is not what's got you noddin when I write

On the mic spit, nothing like a white kid

Black bitches even fucking with me cause I'm nice with

Raps, booty big as shit, I'm in it but she quite thick

Crap, from this angle I can barely fit the pipe tip

Like da the white man bright, and me don't bite

And me won't fight, me done watch da dark knight with a cold sprite

And me so kike, kite runner up on da cold night

And me done scrub de body with ton of the old spice

[Interlude]

[Verse 3:]

But fuck it

My buddy got a crib Nantucket

And everybody here with a bitch straight fucking

And everybody here know the kid stay bumpin'

My YouTube, Smith up on the Knicks, they subbing... aww.

I just checked up in yo bitch's pussy up on 4square

Mini golfing oh so often you woulda swore I toured there

Break 'em off up in my office you know I record in there,

It's boring there so fuck it

I been caking, don't mistake me for some rapper you hating

I'm actually making the hottest fucking tracks in the nation

Like Satan somehow created some elaborate gymnasium

Packing bowls in stadiums, came from packing the bowl in basements

Name a rapper in the game, spit a flame like you boy can

Everybody know I got it made like a boyband

Everybody know I'm getting laid like a Troy fan

I stay with Trojans on ma shit, ya dig?

[Hook]

Darwin lyrics - Lil Dicky

Man I ain't even into being curt dude

But ma head blowin up like I'm the kurt dude

And my friends getting hung up like a shirt do

Now they ain't the only homies fuckin with da burd dude

This for all ma homies lookin like a nerd who

Got a tennis serve and never broke a fucking curfew

I been getting ready for confetti, from the first boo

Game 6, I ain't bout to finish like the spurs do

Now they tryna get ya guy a deal

Cause the flow cash money, got a tyga feel

All these majors coming at me like I'm tiger healed

But ion't think the labels know about ya guy foreal

We sittin down, kickin and riffin, diggin the sound

Different from the shit dat's been spittin from typical clowns

Finna give me money in the bag and

Hunnies from the mag and

All the other shit they tell the dummies that can rap

But the fact of the matter is I ain't the rapper

They used to using, confusing, abusing with da chatter

I mean the dude across the table

Reppin for the label

Probly never met a rapper with a business major

So I am able

To avoid the fatal

Fate that every rapper face in they appraisal

Now I got em thinkin even bartering too

It's probly harder when the fuckin rapper's smarter than you

I came through

Same dude

Same crew

Same jew

And I tell these muthafuckas errything that they ain't knew

Yain't knew? I'm about to get a grammy and leave

Michael Jordan in ma genes since I been 23

Except, I ain't ball playin at all, sayin da bol

Gave all it the game, he played it wrong

Made the songs for the laughs cause

Funny was the path but

Now I really wanna fuck these dummies in they asses

Practiced

Tell me I ain't climbing up that rap list

I bet a lot of fans'll listened to this and feel catfished

Damn where da Dicky dat I used to know

The goofy flow

Ma dude where the humor go

Well truth be told, I'll put that in a movie, show, or musical

But now I'm in the studio

And dudes in the booth knew that the jew can flow

And if you listenin to this shit, you should know

I'm too cold in this bitch

To be actin a clown

Fuckin around

If I wanna get ma hands on the crown

I'm getting down, letting the smile, beset to a frown now

The kid up from the burbs bout to settle in downtown

But maybe that's a bad move

Maybe I'm a fucking pussy if I'm letting people tell me what I can't do

Maybe all these rappers wanna wear the same shoes

Get into the game and never playing cause they can't move

Now I'm thinkin what would Jordan do

Back when everybody only wore a boring shoe

If he settled for what every other scorer used

Then you dudes wouldn't ever get the Jordan 2s

I'm snoring through, ya muthafuckin tours and tunes

The game needs change now, it's short a few

And I don't mean to harp about the Jordan dude

But there's a little bit of him in this adoring jew

Of course you, listen to that thinkin I mean I'm great

You mistake, thinkin of rap, and I what I want a play

J wanted baseball

But he nice at playin ball

When he went away, we acting like he went all AWOL

Always got a trade off

I see Jay and Kanye the same way I see Larry David

It's cliché

And I know I'm gonn make it

But I dunno if I prefer as Dicky or as David

I guess it's sorta like the sox and bulls

But I can't leave yet, gotta lot to prove

But I'm a rock ma shoes, watch the toes

And if it hurts, then I'm a find Dr. Scholl's

And... one day, I'm a find satisfaction from rappin

Or acting, or cracking up factions of black kids

Adapting to whatever is in front of me

And like Mike, I'm a be aight because of me

One life, better think of who you wanna be

It's your eyes, doesn't matter what they wanna see

You do it right, you the only one you need to please

You ain't that alive till you doin something you believe

Dis the type of shit that's making D

Think twice bout the mafuckin comedy

Cause the mic got a mafucka on his knees

Twerk dicky, dicky dicky twerk

Twerk dicky, dicky dicky twerk

Make Belief lyrics - Lil Dicky

Sittin' in the backroom

Bein weird like a chatroom

Tryna chill, but I feel the appeals

Hella real, now it's looking like I'm that dude

Always knew I could be that cool

And I ain't worried 'bout a rap duel

'Cause nine-tenths of the names in the game digging trash like a mafuckan' racoon

Made that tape with a gang a hope

And now the hope done changed to know

And now the notes that Dave done wrote

Been looking like a bunch of Muthafuckin famous quotes

And nowadays I ain't phased when they sayin' the jokes

Get in the way of displaying the flow

Like ain't nobody rap this way, gonna crack this game

It's a waste if he playin' em both up at the same time

I ain't even supposed to be the same guy

Ay you gotta switch the funny with the fake shit

Make a fake hit, 'bout the money rake and

Getting babes like a late Zach Morris up in Bayside

That's the only way da shit'll see the daylight

I ain't even gotta humour 'dat

C'mon bruh, even though I'm pretty new to rap

The songs Y'all make stink like tuna cans

C'mon dog where the real ingenuity at?

Errbody wanna act the same

And rap lame crap, tracks get attacked the same

That's why I been up in this muthafucka practicing

'Cause errybody in the game 'bout to know D

Old me, not another fake fucking phoney homie

You'll see

Bet a beer that when dicky done

I'ma make it pretty clear who the gimmick was

I don't think I really care who been dissing us

Lemme know when your career as a mimic up

Better yet I think I got a deal for you critics that's been missing

What I'm spitting one contingency, you listen up

One year you gon' say it's legit

Two years you gon' say it's the shit

In three years, if ma name ain't coming up in conversations 'bout the greatest

In the game and I ain't making the list, I'll suck yo dick

Now you feelin' a bit homophobic

Like, "Ew, what is wrong with him?

Man, this is why nobody big'll do a song with him."

Aight amigo, we gon' see who got it wrong again

Comprehend what the man said

Born to win

Sort of miffed I ain't Jordan yet

Torched the net

For a minute, I admit I am only a beginner

But admit in my core I'm a vet

Lil Dicky know the chip up his my shoulder premature as it gets

He also pretty sure he the best

That's why I been up here imploring the bets

Matter fact I'll put up more than the head

I would give up my life for this shit

You right, then that's it

Ya' knife to ma' wrist

The night of that dick suck

Whatchu thought I was here for dat quick buck

I done gave up my life for this shit

My hypothetical wife and them kids

Couple years when ma' peers have families

And I'm sippin' on a beer being weird as Carrie

If you listen closely you can hear the Camrys bump

L-I-L D-I-C

Every motherfucka wannabe Ali

Every motherfucka talking like they he

But a make-believe can't make belief

Lotta rap dudes brag they great

And this and that dude carry the game

But a select few rap today

Been saying shit like this when it's carrying weight

So who Dave is

Who Dave is

Am I just a muthafucka on a playlist

Am I just another 'sucka being aimless

Am I just another dummy lacking patience

Tell me now

I been down for my day ones

They were smart enough to fuckin' get it

They allowed me to keep going

Now I'll be flowing till the whole world fuckin' 'wit it

Oh, you thought I'm here make a name?

Boi, I'm finna fucking change the game

And if a mafucka' sayin' the same

I'll bet brain when you play him, you'll be saying that he saying the same

Thang, you hearing out of errbody

We ain't fearin' anybody

But I'm finished caring bout ya money

Whatchu wearing out when clubbin'

Who you staring down, the buddies that been there

And all da honey's you been snaring

Mafuckas love to wear it out

It's getting easy to compare ya style

That's why they looking so uneasy when they hear about

A kid who doing something so unique up in the rare crowd

They all preparing doubt

They unprepared now

Like this a new approach to the art form

This muthafucka bringing jokes to the chart or

He doesn't dumb it down, flow lookin' smarter

Bro, I don't know dis' supposed to be hardcore

Up in our sport, it's a hard court

Shit, I'm on the grass straight laughing

The young Roger Federer of rapping

I'm done dodging, this about to happen

Thinkin' back to when Lil Dicky was a tennis captain

I was second singles, but ma' set of skills average

Fuck I admit it, but I hit it kinda different

And my will is what I win it with it's only an example

I am nothing standard

Used to be a camper

You the fucking close mind

I'm about to trample

Errything I flow fire

You ain't hold a candle

Boi, I think it's showtime

I am fucking magic

I ain't fuckin laughin'

I am fucking rapping

This is what could happen when I am on a track

And I'm feeling like a Jag

Stuck up in some in fucking traffic

Knowing that the Maybachs could be getting lapped and

Knowing that the fake rap should be getting fact-checked

Knowing I could make crap and be getting fat cheques

Das' why I never really care for em

I'm too socially aware for 'em

Like how the fuck do we prepare for him?

You better get another notepad

Flowin' nuts like I wrote it from my gonads

I'm tryna tell you muthafuckas I am no fad

Y'all are so bad

I'm a postgrad

Getting so mad

Outta nowhere

D. it's only been a half year

But you flowin' like you knowing you the last here

But you going like ain't no one in ya class here

We ain't even gonna post his work

Is he a joke, lemme know when he let go of the quirk

And then I scroll down look at sounds goin' berserk

Because the whole fucking blog full of flowless twerps

Talking 'bout hoes and twerking, shows what's working

I ain't even tryna say I'm perfect

But I been putting out songs with purpose

I been putting out long-ass verses

And now I'm starting to take it awfully personal

I'm getting sick of seeing Lil Dicky search nulls

Errbody act like I'm Steve Q Urkel

Like I ain't Stefan

Like I ain't the bomb

They treat Dave like I'm Steve Blake

Homie but the replay saying that I'm straight LeBron

Got fans on the cowboys

Sports fans get the transition

But you know you goin' down boys

Errbody know I stay chippin'

And you know I'm 'bout to stay different

Even if they gotta try now

It was fun being dumb but you done being numb to the

One that's been coming with the highbrow

That's what I'm doing when I'm betting dome ya know

I getcha you outcha' comfort zone

You 'bout to question every motherfuckin' thing I'm on

But can't neglect it when America is singing long to dat

L-I-L D-I-C

Every motherfucka wannabe Ali

Every motherfucka talking like they he

But a make-believe can't make belief

Russell Westbrook On a Farm lyrics - Lil Dicky

Ain't no doubt about it, shit is coming

And I'm just praying that Lil Dicky love it

Always told myself that this the type of shit I wanted

I was being honest, even made a promise

Not with anybody else, this was inner conscious

Talking to my fucking self, das' a little bonkers

I know, I still got a lot of shit to conquer

I hope that ain't even my concern though

You know I'll be working till I get what I deserve

Whatever totems I get personally you know I'ma earn those

This ain't even 'bout some shit up on a checklist

This about the fact that I'm about to test this

I'm about to figure out what my best is

I can't avoid it because now ya' boy invested

And I ain't gotta a choice except to smile and accept it

Pretty reckless, pretty restless 'cause

I've lived my life expecting love

To come the second my attempt was done, and yeah, I guess

To some extent I was correct because I'm getting buzz

But now I'm 'bout to be ubiquitous, look it up

Yeah, or that's at least what I'm assuming

But as alluded to reality is looming and

Now ya' dude about to make a move and take the truth

And hope to god that when he through

That what he thought about is proven

But honestly, I'm not afraid that it's delusion

I'm hot enough to where I know it's not illusion

But obviously I been finding this confusing

This ain't even close to what I thought I would be doing

Don't get me wrong, I was born to be big

But I always figured it would be the comedy thing

So I started rapping just to see what drama it brings

What big dogs from sitcoms would holler at me

And as the time past, I rhymed faster, lines crafted

Was high class as I mastered my craft, and

Goddamn, who'da thought it get like this

Back in twenty-ten music wouldn't make that list

I'm talking top five-to-ten strengths, with no winks

I would not lie, my pen dry, with no ink

Or, that's at least what I thought 'til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw

Then I coulda let bygones be bygones

But I really wanted to rhyme till my line drawn

Like where the fuck is my peak at?

Not Brown but I make it pop, then I beat that

Not crowned yet, but I don't think I decreed that

Not loud, but you know I'm ready to tweet that

I just really hope I'm ready to be that

Now you seeing where D's at

'Cause even though I'm softer than a tissue

I ain't nothing to sneeze at

I'm smarter, where fuck ya' degrees at

And I ain't harder but I'm hotter homie, where da fuck ya degrees at

I'm 'bout to come in and desaturate

The chic rap today and evaporate

The feedback I hate, I elaborate

At a later date

But I'm getting off the point with the player hate

What the fuck was I saying, oh yeah

I'm kind of a slave

To my ambition, I ain't quittin' till my shit is appraised

And I admit it, I predict that where I finish is crazy

But that just means that it's further away

So, Burd about to work until he turn in his grave

It's really burdensome when earning something's fun for the day

But I'm concerned about da' burning out from upping the stakes

I'm always uppin' the stakes

I'm taking dinner meetings in New York, always up for the steaks

We exploring the discussion of great

They assuring me that when I'm more elite I'll be secure and amazed

But this isn't insecurity mang…

Like this the opposite of that, confidence in fact

My biggest problem is I can't honestly relax

Because inside of me a damn odyssey enacts

And I made a promise that I can't be the body

That's stopping it, think I need a lobotomy

Lil Dicky the prophecy, little bit of anomaly, not a commodity

Not a façade, or a lotta da Comedy prodigies

Commonly brought up wit Dicky

Feelin' weird, lemme think of an analogy

Just imagine for a second what if Russell Westbrook never knew his own mentality

Grew up on a farm where the biggest commonality

Was people that conform to the ruralest localities

To Russell though it was nuffin' but normality

And he really nice up on the plow in actuality

Everybody liked the kid and dug his personality

And so da mutuality was somewhat rationality

So then ya man made a plan of practicality

Not even a plan, it was more of a formality

Get a little land and attend to its vitality

Then raise a little fam 'til it all became finality

The strategy was just to stay in the course

And do ya chores, when ya' happy ya' ain't need to abort

Never explored nothing less he rollin' round on his horse

Then one day he was up on his horse

That's when he went past the porch, the path he normally

Passes forth was fast and short, was after more

Went faster north, amassed a lure to master more

And then discovered the court

He like ya! Let me down Tim

Hopped off, lookin' puzzled at the round rim

Saw a ball up in the corner on the ground then

Russell started dribbling and giggling astounded

Then he shot a brick and then a brick and then he downed it

And when he hit it Russell listened to the fuckin' sound friction

Up in a swish make and he was confounded

Because he knew that he had found him

But right now; it was still for the fun

Just a way to kill the time when the farming was done

Then the walking turned to running, and the hoppin' turned to jumping

And dunking, and Russell had to keep coming

Because the young'n was fucking disgusting and loving it

Running it, all of a sudden the public started to come in abundance and fuck wit him

'Cause he was butter and hungry, hung jury

'Cause stories of glory, not normally for people like him

Then the word got around up to ESPN

And they flying Russell down to compete in the gym

Bunch a grown men lookin' to belittle the kid

Because to those men, ball was the reason to live

And the G.O.A.T.S. they been all in since they was kids

So this goat owning mafucka look like a dick

And even know Russell knows that, he doesn't submit

He just chills with a grin

And then the game start, and this muthafucka take charge

Make it rain, hard D up on these bitches making children of men

Lookin' better than his predecessors ever could get

Turned the animosity to respect

And then the Thunder called him

Said they heard a lot about the ballin'

Told him that they wanna get involved and

Showed him all the shit that you can get up in the league, it's so appalling

Oklahoma City in the autumn, hella pretty

Awesome, errbody laud him

Erry-bitty lookin' like they really fucking fallin'

Condominium is so legitimate it's sprawling

And this muthafucka on the court straight ballin'

Cash all up in that ass, lol'ing at the past like

Where the fuck would I be at up on the other path, right?

If I never stumbled 'pon the game then think of that life

Shit, who taking care of my farm?

Who taking care of my farm?

Who taking care of my farm?

I really loved that farm, uh

CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE, CAKE

Five-hundred million now that's a pound cake

According to Jay Z, and Drake…

But greatness ain't about cake

We Made It Freestyle lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]

Let's go, it's your boy LD, A.K.A. watch your girl pussy, homie

Y'all missed me, don't you? I stay with a boner, I'm typically hard

[Verse:]

My dickheads, I'm sorry, for keeping you waiting

Just know that I miss you (I love y'all)

Been leaving you all out to dry in the dark

Like a cum loaded tissue (that's reference to semen)

I woke up this morning like fuck it, I got to address all the fans (I do)

I need y'all to know I got plans (I do)

I need y'all to know I been slaving away on my debut

I'm taking a page out the playbook of Jay, Big and Dre, Nas and Ye

If you studying rap like I study it then

You would know what the fuck I been tryin' to say (classic)

It's harder to wait (it is)

But it's gotta be great (it do)

And then when I drop that shit all y'all gonna be like "Lil Dicky we made it!" (we made it)

To everyone listening I think that it's cool that we know what they don't (they don't)

It's not about if, only when, and it's fun to be in on the joke

Just did my first shows, nervous as shit, never been on the road

Started in Philly I signed my first titty, I killed dat shit

Still I ain't fucking no hoes (like no pussy, it's sad)

A part of the reason is none of the venues equipped with a shower (it's so inconvenient)

So I leave for an hour and when I come back ain't no bitches around (them bitches be leaving)

I fuck with this sound

Rapping like Migos is fun for a clown

I could say anything and at the end of my statement

This cadence will make it profound

Like for example, ya man is about to go ham in the kitchen

I'm fixin a sandwich (woo)

All it is is some turkey and mayo but tell me that shit ain't dramatic! (on ciabatta)

It's stupid emphatic

Stomach is fucked I been poopin' erratic (damn)

New Santa Monica dude I just moved in in March

And I'm bout to get into some Madness

Don't confuse what my plan is

I never go out (it's depressing)

I meant that my bracket about get sandy

The beach on my house (ehh, more like three blocks away)

I'm newly an Uncle (Uncle Dicky)

My bro had baby (he did, she cute)

I'll be on by the time she can talk

Her first words'll be "Dicky we made it!" (that's a BABY)

Can't wait to be famous (oh)

That shit gon' be wild (I bet I'll meet Drake)

I'm lookin' at Jason Sudeikis like who my Olivia Wilde (I need an actress)

I love Anna Kendrick (legitimate feelings)

She never tweet back (not once, ever)

I figure she's busy or think that I'm creepy

But baby I'm not! (unless you like that shit)

I just have this vision where both of us living like Bonnie and Clyde

That's you as a singer and me as a rapper

We could be like Jay and Beyonce for whites (that could be so cool)

That would be the life

I'd buy the Sixers and make you my wife

Nah I'm just kiddin', I've only been smitten

With totally fictional characters right? (obviously we'd have to get to know each other)

You could be a grouch (that would suck)

You could be so mean (I hope not)

You could be the type that need warning with oral to avoid the cream (some bitches hate the taste of semen)

That's graphic as fuck (I suck my own dick)

But some bitches is bougie (I've kissed other men)

Forgive me, I just wanna make this pitch perfect I love all your movies (these ad-libs are fun)

I need me some pussy (I'd buy it)

I'm scared of the AIDS (the virus)

I wish I was reckless

There's rappers that's been getting head up on stage (Danny Brown)

I'm way too afraid (my dick is a pussy)

My dick been enraged

But soon when I'm fuckin in public post nut, he'll look up atcha boy and say "Dicky we made it!" (get 'em D)

I'm just fuckin with the flow

You know I still be on that ya ain't really fuckin with da boy

I got 150 different ways to cut dat

Love rap

Soon they'll be fuckin with the dork like a humpback

Yeah I'm bout to bring the fun back

Every other rapper need to go get and get a dunce cap

Now I got a one track

Mind till I run rap

Mine till I'm done

Wack rhymes better run rap (run ho)

Mafucka shit is done wrapped (over)

You ain't wanna see me come back (nah)

Y'all hot for a summer in July in Arizona

Lil Dicky literally is where the sun at

Knowing y'all, gotta show you where the sun at (hot)

All of y'all been bad where my son at? (hot)

Where my son at? (hot)

Where my son at? (hot)

Where my son at? (hot)

Come get spanked, ho!

[Outro:]

My New Year's resolution is to call these rappers hoes

And mean that

I mean that shit

Y'all some hoes (y'all some hoes)

Y'all some hoes (y'all some hoes)

Adios (that's Spanish)

Spontaneity lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]

Aye y'all, on the real

I've been like over thinking everything these days

And I just wanted to come in today

And just have no plan and just make a song

So this song ain't about shit, it's just what I'm thinking

[Verse 1:]

I should have done this before

I ain't got no plans for it, but it's fun to explore

I ain't got no pants on because I'm under record

I been some non-constrictive type of shit

I left my skinny jeans up on the floor of my adorable apartament

Pardon me, part of me, hard to believe

Retarded, part of me smart as a Harvard graduate deaggregate

Well above the averages, wondering where my salad is

I hate when they get salads but

It's hard for me to challenge that

I need to fucking balance all the crap that I devour

I been scouring the internet, been tryna find an intimate

Place to take an Tinder date

Straight up I'm amazed at how infrequently they pick me

I been spitting great, you think again my ass a dinner date

I'm thinking 'bout my gas, last I looked at that graphic, shit

Was creeping to the E, that's a terrible habit, man

Honestly, your boy been way to busy making dicky shit

Gotta rap, gotta get up on the map, gotta get a nap

Gotta get it cracking and get a plaque

Gotta go attract the masses but it's such molasses going

Slow as slow can go

I don't even know if I could wait

I just wanna run but I'm growing out of shape

In my PJ's being DJ, hit a replay, tryna get a little leeway

Overthinking every little thing, it's crazy

You ain't got to be rapping so crazy, just to persuade the nation

That you know how to be rapping amazing

Bro, on occasion you should let it go and let your brain flow

And say whatever come into... oh my God, that girl's so hot

[Hook:]

Suck my dick, ho, suck my dick

Suck my dick, ho, suck my dick

Come suck my dick, ho, suck my dick

Or at the very least, touch my dick

[Verse 2:]

Okay, excuse my libido

But the titties on that girl, homie, holy toledo

I just wanna see the world, think of all of it's people

I'm living so regal but wonder what I'd see through a peephole

Into Kinsacha or some shit, impossible but

It's probable they got a lot of people feeling some stuff, so

Oddly enough, I could probly become a buff

I bet they got a show up on Discovery but fuck it

I don't really care, out of tupperware, plus I'm out of underwear

I swear that doing laundry such a process I don't wanna bare

I want a bear that I can train, just imagine pouring rain

And comin' home and there's a panda snoring on the floor

That you can hug and praise, hundred days

Since I fucked that lady, don't play me, it's crazy

But I stay in, unless they play shit, rotten tomatoes

Lable eighty seven, the higher I are I admire art

Well, certain kind of art, I hate them paintings that

I swear that your boy can make and I'm tryna get in shape

By avoiding cake and I wanna get a place where the boys can stay

With a gate when they visit Dave in LA

What a shame vaca days is dead to me

Instead dude, get bread to them

My best moves at your venues and my set playing in your bedroom

That's head to me, real shit and my hand doing real slick

Cause I swear to y'all, I ain't plan for this

It's new territory, but it's real shit

And I'm real pissed this took an hour

Instead of days, but it's amazing

What's spontaneity, do for ya

And if you don't like it, you can...

[Hook]

[Outro:]

I like the way this came out, that hook is fire

You know what I'm saying?

That hook is the easiest hook I ever made in my fucking life

And that shit is, that shit goes, I gotta do this shit more often

The Gumption lyrics - Lil Dicky

Oooo

I ain't seen a guy get the clout that quick

Erry mafucka say he great right now, we could doubt that shit

Au revoire

Yung dick talkin bout all of y’all

Young tits looking like mardi gras I might sharpie ya’ll

I’m tryn party dog, I’m like ughh

I’m just tryn fuck

Erry mafucka in the way been fucked

Erry mafucka in the game been butt

Burd running circles, y’all been duck

Iont gotta chill who the fuck been y’all

Fam getting killed on some chris benoit

Iont got a deal but the meal quinoa and I got it for a steal cuz the bill been comped

The server know L, like he so suburban and shit

He just been murdering shit like he take it too personal shit

Word is the shit that be purple up in that kid history is slightly perverted and shit

Word is there’s 32 bitches who last name is tinder up in that kid phone

His profile been strong

I can't compete with these pictures like why is he on?

Suck dick mafucka

Suck dick mafucka Im just tryna get the hoes on the down low

Iont even got friends in this town, I just moved to LA so I date cuz I’m outgoing

Kinda lonely too

Ex girl got another homie too, I’m not mad, just kinda sad

But it help that these hoes like rap

It’s about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit

Im the goddamn man like damn erry time a mafucka hit the function

Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a mafucka make assumptions

I dont care I ain't there, I’ll be damned if im bout to go and let up on the gumption

Ugh

They ain't really ready

I ain't even hard

But I stay wit da semi

Bitches in the car, you could say I got a bevy

Shit pretty par, dicky do it on the the reggy

Lotta yall ain’t probly never heard of on the reggy

Das a lil something lil dicky just invented

Now the white kids gonna say it on the reggy

You could say I pull the strings when it’s cool, lil penny

I just hit the double digits fucking bitches

Out in Venice hearing mafuckas bumpin dicky

They treat a youngin like I’m Caesar with the ass kissing

That line about a fucking salad if you ain't get it

But I ain't tryn get tossed, rap been lost

Like the map been off

They blowing smoke like the back exhaust

Fact you soft like an overcooked linguine noodle

You bitch made I ain't fuckin witchu lil poodles

Ma vocab the bomb

I’m the don with the lexicon

Cats pajamas

Eastside reppin

Westside stepping

You know im the man goddamn it

I just got a handjob damn it

Like from a masseuse

She was tryn fuck, I ain't let her pursue

I ain't got 160 bucks

Plus I mentally connect with the hoes I fuck

And this was a whore

I mean a literal whore

Not like massages in porn

This was an overweight asian

With no aspirations

We never developed rapport

Eatin boar’s head in my other whore’s bed

Well not a whore, but you know she ain't a girlfriend

We still about to get it crackin paul george leg

I got a napkin if I cum within the foreplay

It’s about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit

Im the goddamn man like damn erry time a mafucka hit the function

Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a mafucka make assumptions

I dont care I ain't there, I’ll be damned if I’m bout to go and let up on the gumption

Iono the definition, fuck is average

I been sittin, watching waiting, so impatient like it’s baggage

Claim I’m bout to be the greatest, naked pictures in my chat

These other rappers fucking lazy word to bangin in a hammock

But y’all ain't even hangin

Y’all ain't in the running

Boy I’m fucking up the track, like da young’n into running

Y’all are lighter with the fire, I want a match

He be like naw I’m bout it, bro how you get at that

Like these bitches tryn rap

They on’t get they time wrappin

I’m coming

Like I’m fucking

They underwood and to be frank I ain't fronting

Word to Kevin Kevin spacey I’m another level

Debatably crazier, than shit they play beside the porn that you playing

At a matinee eatin dip n dots

I’m getting checks, fuck I care that my twitter not

Okay I care a little bit

Algorithm isn’t doin it’s job

I’m assuming it’s flawed

They probably not believing in Hobbes

The nice boy been ballin

White boy been a damn king scott pollard

Gotta tell my mom stop callin

But dog she confused about ma destiny

Making me repeat myself like I was judging spelling bees but

I’m just tryna smoke weed, grab a quesarito

Got azul by a Spanish chick. Muy bonito

Or bonita

Das ma vida

Keep the rapping tight both ways

Dexterous

Where my rita

And when it’s y’all it’s a nice sound, when it’s me, it be like errbody pipe down

Y’all the background

Play ya part ho

Chex mix grubbin up at wells fargo

Had to make a new account, didn’t want the checks mixed

Y’all are tryna fit in I’m the one who playin tetris

This is the beginning of my day, it’s only breakfast

Y’all the mini bars

Y’all got mini bars

Ma girl ass thick, that’s my minotaur

You hear it fading but you crave another minute hard

That’s the difference when you david to these bigger stars

But you know goliath getting rocked he gone finish scarred

I’m bout to break erry record….white girls fall, Eric Decker

Really Scared lyrics - Lil Dicky (feat. Azadeh)

Yeah,

I feel like people are really weird about admitting, when they’re scared

If you’re not scared ever, you’re just lying or something

You’re being weird

Ten days in the bay left

And I don’t mean to overthink that

Got a one way straight to L.A.X

And I ain’t blink yet

I know you’d think that

I’d of figured out this whole thing

Like where his chink at?

Segue to Lil Dicky getting bigger than a Yao Ming

But can I shrink that?

Where my shrink at?

I don’t know what to feel

Everything has gotten totally real

Everything I always wanted right in front of me with nobody near

So it’s weird that I’m overly scared

But I’m so unprepared

Holding the beer, I’m withholding the fear

Not in the clear but I’m kind of revered

And yeah I might appear like the chill type

The veneer is not real in the real life

What it feel like?

Thanks giving I was missing I ain’t even miss ‘em

Girlfriend hella distant I ain’t even listen

Only shit I really care about is spittin’ writtens

This is the beginning

I’m just getting into the game

My world’s not spinning the same

The shit looking like it’s bigger than Dave

It’s so crazy

But when all this sitting at stake

I can’t break, even if I’m afraid it might change me

Look if you let me

You know I could get deep

Baby hope you ready

I’m coming through

Running you

That’s what I do

Just know that it’s all for you

So what you gonna choose?

Afraid to say okay

And I know I’m not gonna get in the way

But I’m afraid

Who I wanna be is what I became

But I’m ashamed

Ain’t no coming back

Facing what I wanted but it’s all fucking weird

At night I’m really scared

I ain’t made from the projects

But you know I treat the game like a project

So you know it’s not the same kind of progress

Different process, but I digress

Other rappers didn’t blow overnight

They ain’t had a nine to five that was totally right

They was all up on the grind from the moment they write

At twenty five, hadn’t even done a show in my life

It’s like, damn, I’m a rapper, how did that happen?

I was making ads then, back when

Only used to rapping to my Mac then

Packed venues came through like shoot let’s practice

Tryin' tell you I ain’t bred for this shit

Despite that, feeling like I’m meant for this shit

But like that, everything depends on this shit

And I ain’t betting against it

But I ain’t had a moment to reflect what I’m betting against it

I’m next even though it’s pretentious I sense it

Relentless, but it leave me defenseless

I guess I should learn to accept it, but it’s hectic

Oh you want a condensed list?

I’m worried that I’m about to give my all to it, hundred percent

You ain’t gotta know it all to discover what’s left

Pretty fucking intense

And I worry that I got a lotta gall when it come to success

Telling y'all this a hundred percent

But what happens if I fall short of what I call the surest of bets?

Cause what’s a hundred percent?

What’s a hundred percent?

Is that it take a lot to make me content

And I’m ‘bout to chase around a legend that I fucking invented

While I’m neglecting everybody that I love and respected

Because I hate the thought of coming in second

And I don’t want to do no second guessing when it come to progressing

Because I really couldn’t stomach regretting my effort

When I’m at the end and I’m assessing if I could of done better

I better be able to be it or never

Or be the best ever

But if somehow I’m really that special

Then I’m about to deal with mad pressure

I fear that when I finish my assessment I'mma be in depression

Because I’ll see a lot of me as regressing

It’s obvious to me to be the best a lot of me is repressing itself

I wonder what I’ll see in reflections?

I wonder if I’ll run into a woman cool with coming in second?

Or if I’m bound to be the fool at the weddings?

Alone and regretting the whole thing

Now you’re seeing why it’s so big

What would y'all do, if y'all were the old me?

Get involved and you gotta give the whole thing

This is no fling, this devoting

Every mother fucking part of yourself

No matter what ever the cards you was dealt

You going all in

I don’t know about y'all but I’m gone

And I don’t know if I’m ballin' or bawling

Look if you let me

You know I could get deep

Baby hope you ready

I’m coming through

Running you

That’s what I do

Just know that it’s all for you

So what you gonna choose?

Afraid to say okay

And I know I’m not gonna get in the way

But I’m afraid

Who I wanna be is what I became

But I’m ashamed

Ain’t no coming back

Facing what I wanted but it’s all fucking weird

At night I’m really scared

Free Bread At The Outback lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]

LD, A.K.A. the urologist, this my year, show them D

[Verse 1:]

Okay, I'm 'bout to do it all

I don't think I'm stopping, 'til it's mountains of my balls

Y'all like, oh dear, like I'm mounted on the wall

But the way I'm 'bout it, 'bout it my accountant getting mauled

His wife 'bout to leave his ass

He been working all night, while she give him baths

Actually, I'm pretty light, like, within his tasks

He got bigger clients, but I'm nice, so just let me bask

These white bitches let me smash

I get scared though, no bravado

Third base for the O's, like Machado

Miss, I ordered this with Avocados, thanks

Ey, walk up in this bitch, like I was born bread

Going deeper with this spitting, like some porn head

Picture every rapper laying on the floor dead

While I'm in a chair, cross legged, eating corn bread

I just fucked a black chick, yeah, I'm proud

If that's racist, suck a black dick

I'm the one who going straight to the top

Don't mistake it, it's not that flagrant when you blatantly flop

And plus I stay down, like my date gown in this bitch

I'm about to hit the playground, straight clown, all these kids

I'm watching ladybugs with your lady, I got it made like that

Cleaning house like a maid might rap

I don't play with you lame type cats

Say the same shit for days, motherfucker, if you cold I got flames

You're the ice caps

I bet money y'all don't even know about the ice caps

I don't know that much either

[Hook:]

Push the button, lean the couch back, everybody chill

Time to feel better than the free bread at the outback

This so good, chill, put your phone back

Feeling better than the free bread at the outback

Eat that shit, like we supposed to do

Take a rib, get it in, while it's toasted, too

They be like chill, Dicky, chill, I want another

They be like chill, Dicky, chill

You see the butter on that motherfucker?

[Verse 2:]

'Bout time someone bringing back that east coast

I got that shit that make a Rabbi be like preach, bro

Cory turned Marshawn, now it's beast mode

I don't buy her sushi, but she still be licking me, so

I'm getting pussy, like I'm Tebow, if he a virgin, I'm a cheese scone

Motherfucker, I ain't no cheese scone, I'm a grown man

I'm just saying that lil David is coming, got Perrier in abundance

I'm with a bitch who pushing fingers down

That's saying she want it

Don't look it's head up on the table, label that seven nothing

I'm faded snacking on Funyuns, while making raps

That's a luncheon

I'm packing a punch and packing lunch and packed in incumbents

Rapping dumber than some tackle football

With no pads to a motherla

That's how you know it's going down

Philly D, so you know I keep that Hoagie around

Philly beef, we don't fuck with that baloney clown

Y'all made a mess, let me just push that old Zamboni around

That's for hockey if you curious

Treat you like my bitches, only peep between the periods

Treat you like my dishes, only need you when I mentioned

To be eating something viscous, y'all deliciously inferior

Dicky sicker than Nigeria

All types of health issues over there, lot of AIDS

[Hook]

[Outro:]

Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me, please, don't fuck with me

I wouldn't like it at all

I'm about to buy a monkey and just chill with him

Like in three years, buy a monkey and just chill with him

Dressing him well as fuck, like, throwing overalls on that monkey

Naming him some shit like Greg, like some normal ass name

Like just Greg and, and like, and like really develop a strong

A strong relationship with the monkey

I assume he become one of my better friends

Professional Rapper coming out this fall, I feel bad for the game

I feel the hope sometimes I just feel bad for the game

They ain't ready, woah, I, I just got a fucking Hinge match

Like throwing that out, y'all, just got a Hinge match, y'all on Hinge?

It's really irresponsible not to be, it's just free pussy

I'm Right lyrics - Lil Dicky

[Intro:]

Wassup y'all?

I realized I never kinda just like full on swagged on cats

You know what I mean? And I was thinking about that

And like, damn D, why the fuck not? You know I mean?

Your swag is a, is a real thing, I think

And I've been looking at other rappers swag

And being intimidated by it, but like why?

I'm an impressive young man

[Verse 1:]

I guess I could tell you I'm blowing up big

And I'm 'bout to get money

Although I ain't joking, America also agree that I'm funny

The rapping, you like it

Oh, this is some shit I picked up in my twenties

I'm really a writer, you knew it, it's stupid

I got an eight hundred, come fuck with that

Lil ho, come fuck with that

Honestly I could have had whatever fucking job

I wanted in the country

But I fuck with rap, real shit, bro, I fuck with rap

And I don't mean it, like I fuck with that

I mean it like I run amuck in that

I talk about somebody cock and I buzz off that

Know I'm saying? I'm the man right now

Act like ya man playing right now

Act like I ain't get hundred granding in from the fans right now

Act like I ain't planned that out

Act like I'm not about to get them bitches from the mag

Picture that right, cauce I rap nice, I'm attractive to that type

Living that life and I'm naturally that likeable

That right dimple, not like the left, but it's barely worse

Bitches playing marry, fuck, kill, inevitably become Mz. Burd

Go head and fuck them, I'm real and my jumper is ill

Y'all got swag, but I got reservations

Ya just boys and I'm the voice of my generation

Like I really belive that, like I think I'd get us

[Hook:]

Run it back, homie talking shit, pipe down

I don't care 'bout history, I'm the shit right now

You can tell me that I'm brash, but it's hardly a fight

I've been tryna tell you hoes, I ain't cocky, I'm right

Swagga on a hundred milligram, I can play the villain, fam

Put your boy in any room, I swear to God he still the man

Lil homie, I am Obama

You the man among some bitches, bunch of lying Juwannas

Flex, run it back, homie talking shit pipe down

I don't care 'bout history, I'm the shit right now

You can tell me that I'm brash, but it's hardly a fight

I've been tryna tell you hoes, I ain't cocky, I'm right

I ain't cocky I'm right, I ain't cocky I'm right

Everything I say I do and I ain't stopping tonight

Swagga, swagga, swagga, swagaa

[Bridge:]

That's really fun to say like that, y'all should try it

If you ever get some free time, or on my level

[Verse 2:]

I never done acting, but somehow, I still get auditions for movies

The last one I went after Bob Odenkirk

And that's Saul if you clueless

The way they react to my rapping

It show me, it's bigger than music

At shows they be laughing, then dancing

They never seen anyone do this

Come fuck with that

Lil ho, come fuck with that

Was in the number one department in the country

I was one up in my class, coulda run with that

Biz week, coulda run with that, then Lil D had a run with ads

Lil D wrote couple for the League, got them on TV

Then was done with that, y'all high I'm matterhorn

And no offense I matter more

The Rec League, like Steve, LD winning back to back

With scattered blacks, then smack y'all in scattegories

You in a trash, like category, I'm getting ass no statutory

You seeing red I'm matadoring

Ya rap is boring and wack deplorable

Lack the morals that make mine allegorical

I'm the motherfucking man of my time right now

Got ya whole team looking at the man, like damn

That's LeBron, that's Durant, that's Assange

That's your aunt, on my cock, say I can't

Even parents fucking with me

Bro, I'm so comfy with myself, but here snuggle with me

Like please, come here and snuggle

See what the fuck happen to you, you gon' like it, I'm real warm

I shift my weight, so your legs won't fall asleep

[Hook]

[Outro:]

I didn't even mention how nice I was at tennis neither

So, don't forget about that