Yucky Blucky Fruitcake – Lamdoechii


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Nghệ sĩ: Lamdoechii


Doechii, why don’t you introduce yourself to the class?


Hi, my name’s Doechii with two I’s

I feel anxious when I’m high

Teachers say I talk too much

Momma say I’ont talk enough

In the dark I’m like a torch

From the hood, I hopped the porch

I don’t bang or slang on gang

But my dada keep them thangs

Speak up – Speak up – Speak up – Speak

I get a little violent when I play the game of tag

I get a little quiet when I think about the bag

I slob when I sleep, and I wake up with a drag

I pulling out my teeth, so I wake up to the cash

This is who I am from the back to the front

I never had to pay for my schoolhouse lunch

My momma used stamps ’cause she need a little help

But a nigga made do with the cards been dealt

I try to act smart ’cause I want a lot of friends

I never really went with the flow or the trends

I think I like girls, but I think I like men

Doechii is a dick – I never fit in

Overly cocky, I’m hyper-ambitious

Me, me, me, me, bitch I’m narcin-assistic

I am a black girl who beat the statistics

Fuc’ the opinions and all the logistics

(Speak up, Speak up, Speak up) Wow, ha

Wow well, Doechii, why don’t you tell us what you do in your spare time?

I’m all alone on the deep dark web

Me and my phone in this queen-sized bed

I’m looking at my pillow, my pillow look back at me

My thumb is over the screen, the other is in my jeans

It took a second to soak, my fingers inside my throat

I paused, and then I choked to think about it some more

Connection is moving slow, my brightness is on that low

I’m reaching for the remote, then my momma bust through the door

(Doechii) x4 – (You forgot to take the chicken out) x2

(Doechii) x2 – You forgot to take the chicken out

(Somethin) x8 – Oooooooooo

I ahihi with Junie B, Barbara was my idol

Had to wear my attitude to every dance recital

In my black Taylor Chucks, the ones that laced up to my thighs

Lisa Frank lipstick on my eyes

Weird girl activity, black bitc’ nativity

Spy girl erotica, bucket hat from Nautica

Clit throbbing, I start sobbing watching Narnia

I been winning trophies since Fear Factor

I was earning medals the same rate you basic bitches learned how to use protractors

Fopping on they necks before chiropractor

But I gave all the game boys cooties

Most of y’all the type of kids I’d hate

If I was the monster under your bed, you’d be the kids I ate

If I was a man your mom fucked, I’d fuc’ her right in your face

And take you and your siblings on a Domino’s pizza date

Damn, Gen X baby going crazy with the cam

Back when I was rhyming on my Green Eggs and Ham

Edited my pictures with the Microsoft filters

I was making Trillers way before they called them Trillers

Sixth grade, every nigga pressured me to fuc’

While y’all was giving it up, I was serving looks

Custom made drip with the pastry couture

Selling Silly Bandz from my desk to my drawer

Singing karaoke while my mom was at the store (You are)

Scared that she would walk in on me singing Paramore (The only exception)

While y’all was sticking house keys in motherfucking sockets (You are)

I was stuffing all y’all lunch moneys in my pocket

Please stop it – I’m in to blow up like the white thing that soda rockets

Talking back to my teachers – I’m out of pocket

Got so much shit on my chest – Yo, I need to drop it

Dribbling inside my journal, kiss my locket

Let the paper soak my tears up – Ultra Charmin

Ooo I need to let it out (Let it out)

I gotta let it out (Let it out)

Uninvited and I’m undercover

Undivided, undiscovered

Uninvited and I’m undercover

But I never liked her, forever fuc’ her

Wow, that was quite the introduction, Doechii – Everybody give it up for Doechii

Give it up for Doechii

Okay, we’re going to have to have a talk after class okay?

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