Album Cover Dear Labels

Dear Labels

Hobo Johnson

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Oh, here′s a story for ya

Two chickens walking down the street

It's actually one chickenOne chicken walks down the street

Looks across the road to another chicken

He sees an older chicken

Much more plump than he′s used to

And the other chicken goes

Hey what's up? Yeah

What's the deal with young chickens? I

Want an older chicken that knows that grown business

Ya know?

I′m narcissistic, look at me

I′m an artist ebt

Couldn't help the fact I′m starving for that MTV

And a deal, but a three sixty one at that

But it'd be pretty shitty I′d be sitting pretty where I'm at

Pay my rent and I′ll sell you my soul

If you could please just trade it for a french bread roll

I'm fucking starving, look at me

Now dear labels, can't you see

I′m the one that fucking bleeds

Tears and sweats every day of the week

Now look at me

I won′t write you a fucking pop song

But I'll write you a analytical thesis about your mom

And why she′s a great woman

Look at me

I want it more than anything else that I could ever fucking be

Look at me

Now look at me

I can kinda play piano but

But not really

Look at me, look at me

Look at me, look at me

Look at me, I'm alright

Right? Please

Look at me, look at me

Look at me, look at me, I′m alright

Dear labels, uh

But on a day that's not so far

You′re gonna hear me whether you like it or not

On a day that's not so far

You're gonna hear me whether you like it or not

Whether you like it or not, ′cause

′Cause I'm 2016 Fat Joe

Who just did seven and a half years of straight cardio

I′m rap game's House

Except I′m not a fucking doctor though

Wow

Tell them labels I'm everything they′d ever want

If all they want is a rapper that calls his mom, daily

Just to see what's going on

'Cause he misses her and

She misses her baby

Please help me

Please, help me find my mom a house

That I could go to every fucking weekend, please

Please, please, help me buy my mom a house

That I could go to every fucking weekend

I′m an artist with a certain special something

And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing

I′m an artist with a certain special something

And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing

I'm an artist with a certain special something

And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing

I′m an artist with a certain special something

And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing

I'm an artist with a certain special something

And that something makes me really really sad, because of nothing