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Check, yeah 1-2 When you mix my vocals, put 'em above beats I hate submarine sandwiches and sub-tweets I hate when I post tour dates on the Instagram Commenters asking when, read it if you gives a damn (sheesh) I mean it's right there in the post You only got to read it (ah) I'm deep breathing, dang Don't attempt to flattery I hate when new electronics don't come with batteries C'mon man, why you trying to send me to the store? How the fuck this mattress fitting in between the door frame? And rappers, I'm calling your names Pronouncing words wrong to rhyme like Novem-bor rain See? Sounds pretty awful Don't get in my car hiding anything unlawful C'mon, at least say something first Why you riding dirty, fool? You almost thirty I guess I should confess pet peeves Such as having my chest squeezed By pests with wet sleeves I hate raking up dead leaves Especially on windy days Letras de cancionesBut being out in the sun for too long Feels like having your skin whipped and flayed My guess is that it's similar to being Prince And having the power and strength of the Black Panther stripped away Hate McDonalds menus, specifically the fish filet I hate tipping waiters whose simple labors Didn't cater to my whims and favor For misbehavior, yeah I hate it when they killed Billy in Predator My gears grind when customers ahead of me Willfully continue loud gossipy phone convos at the register The clerk wanna hurt you It's work, so learn virtue I hate how granola bars Explode apart like supernova stars The manufacturers have no regard For any of us That's how you get ants Sugary crumbs From Letras Mania