[Verse 1]
Rapper versus rapper, they're all dying, all trash
Stealing juniors’ rhymes and shoving them in their rap too
Dreamed a ridiculous dream, showing off every day again
Failing again, acting like a bad boy
If this song plays in the club, uh
If this song plays in the club, uh
Still, not going is what's cool, uh
Even if it sounds like a lie, I've never been there once
Rapping with spit flying, quite admirable back in high school
Underneath the snickering ask
Cut with a cutter knife and thrown away afterward
Somehow embarrassed, covering the blood on my arm
Why follow the path my mom used to take
I wouldn’t live like that, nailing it down and leaving
Not fully matured at eighteen
Father, fuck up, screw it, die
Father, fuck up, screw it, die
[Chorus]
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
I be a father, fuckin' boy!
I be a father, fuckin' boy!
I be a father, fuckin' boy!
I be a father, fuckin' boy!
[Verse 2]
No meaning in the lyrics, just spitting out
The spark in my chest might be in the wrong direction
Questioning and doubting every day, like I'm the police
Working like this, whipping myself
Passion and zeal are excessive
Threw away the meaning into the sea
I don't even know the lyrics myself
Knowing it's embarrassing, idiot
[Chorus]
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
I be a father, fuckin’ boy!
I be a father, fuckin’ boy!
I be a father, fuckin' boy!
I be a father, fuckin’ boy!