Dear Labels - Hobo Johnson

Oh, here’s a story for you

Two chickens walking down the street

It’s actually one chicken

One 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?

Yo»

What the deal with young chickens?

I want an older chicken who knows that grown business, you know?

I’m narcissistic, look at me

I’m a artist EBT

Couldn’t help the fact I’m starving for that MTV

And a deal, but a 360 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 than 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 all right

Right?

Please, look at me, look at me, look at me

Look at me, I’m all right

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 buy my mom a house that I can go to every fucking weekend

Please, please, please help me buy my mom a house that I can 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