Sweatshirt, Domo Genesis Throwin' chairs, killin' shit I'm half privileged, think white and have nigger lips A tad different, mad smart, act ignorant Shit, I'll pass a class when my dad starts giving shits But as long as our relationship is turdless I'm a keep burning rubber and fucking these beats with burnt dick Who dat? Oh, that new coon John Cusack A Mecca button-up, shop and bring Fubu back Hands full of coke, mouth full of crack muzak Odd Future on the doo-rag, guess who's back? With no hint, we're eggin' with no tint Plus there's a shotgun under the seat where your ho sits The Night Striker, I'm riding her, up-tying her There's nine Vicodins stuck inside the windpipes of her A little bit of sherm sure provokes the fucking fight in her She started biting 'cause I'm giving cock like it's advice to her Take that, I'm on top like wave caps This is grade-A rap, Domo bring that bass back, nigga Um, Domo couldn't be here... I don't like to talk about it