Hoodies in Layaway

by Mai Bowlings
(Stoneville, NC)


Verse 1:

What's up fuckers I got a media pocket
A shorted out Korean electrical socket
My weak spot has to be my foolish delivery
A bigger bust than the dems and crazy Hillary
Get the fuck out with your makeup tutorials
I swear less tears are shed at the 9/11 memorial
I'm trying to get this new shit down to a science
Unlike you fucking cucks who are Kylie's new clients
I always said my lucky number is seven
'cause it rhymes with my style, Clinical depression
I'm just what they call a simple Caucasian
But harder to trace than fucking Malaysia ---
Airlines -- flight 370 ---
I tried to catch the sheriff but all I found was his deputy to all those fucks thrusting in your pocket vagina
I get it, we're more complex than the kanja

Course:
Wearing Walmart hoodies, every day
Riding coat tails, in hotels, LAY-AWAY
But for real, though, I'm far from clueless
I don't need Kanye West to walk me through this
I've always been the quirky queen of the corner
And no ones ever said "maybe we should warn her"
I swear, my brains just like sculpted clay
Molded and folded into cynical displays
(What's up)


Verse 2:
Am I cool enough to pin my art on the Fridge?
I'm good, at least I never had to make-a-wish
I know hollow men tell hollow stories
Of Han Solo and social justice warriors
I need a drop top
A beat flop
A fat cop
While we're at, maybe a cheap mop --
For --
pieces of shit with lower back tattoos
Motherfuckers look worse than apes at the zoo
Think they're hot shit blowing clouds of smoke
It doesn't stop there, they actually think they're woke
While I'm on this I need to down these opioids
That generic shit that gets me running like an Android
Fuckboys far and low like to beat it raw
Stupid and clueless don't even let you thaw
(I think I'm done, no?)

Course:
Wearing Walmart hoodies, every day
Riding coat tails, in hotels, LAY-AWAY
But for real, I'm far from clueless
I don't need Kanye West to walk me through this
I've always been the quirky queen of the corner
And no ones ever said "maybe we should warn her"
I swear, my brains just like sculpted clay
Molded and folded into cynical displays
(What's up)

Hook:
Hold up, I know I took a serious tone
A simple manifestation of these no-go zones
All these hypocrites always trying to spin
More divisive bullshit than CNN
Shoutout to those who have made it this far
I'm not the real deal, I'm just shitting some bars
I'm extremely obliged --
Ah shit - one more rhyme


Course:
Wearing Walmart hoodies, every day
Riding coat tails, in hotels, LAY-AWAY
But for real, I'm far from clueless
I don't need Kanye West to walk me through this
I've always been the quirky queen of the corner
And no ones ever said "maybe we should warn her"
I swear, my brains just like sculpted clay
Molded and folded into cynical displays
(What's up)

It's ya girl, Mai
That's a cover, siiiiike

I'm just fucking around
Don't get triggered

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