The Place She Feared Most

Oh you wrong, you gots to get right with yourself

Sinner please, you could never get with the god

Oh you wrong, you gots to get right with yourself

Sinner please, you could never get with the god

Don't wanna fake that smile, don't wanna have that talk

Don't wanna make that child or let the suspect walk

Don't wanna take it to trial or settle out of court

Just wanna shoot down the stork

Don't want a long disclaimer as a preference to your short story

Don't wanna sum up in one sentence why your sort bores me

In fact, one more word out of you and the girl gets it

You're so bossy in a world that has no work ethic

So let's shake to that, don't wanna give you dap

Or figure out whatever hand dance you're bringing back

For I am not a tween, don't wanna talk with memes

Or let the internet infiltrate all my dreams

So what do I want? Want now?

To exercise my right to be hostile and drop trou

Hey, you, get off that cloud

You don't know what that technology allows

I don't wanna weigh it out, don't wanna be more patient

Don't want a bank account charging me for paper statements

Don't want no ancient astrology stopping me

From boarding the spaceship once it gets to our colony cause

All I ever wanted was space

Cause all I ever wanted was space

Cause all I ever wanted was space

Cause all I ever wanted was the place she feared most

I could mock a killingbird without dropping a single word

I'd flip the middle finger till he's stoughing in the herb

My catapult becomes a death wing

To a red phone in the west wing, y'all are soon to fall

For the oldest-known joke in the phone book (what the fuck's the phone book?)

That's like a black book for fat folks who don't cook

Pick-up or delivery? Sick of this chivalry

Just tell me what you're willing to give to me and we go from there

Well hello there, dressed to impress but going nowhere?

Well let's go there

Grown man flirting like it hurts him that he has to bother

Is that your baby-baby bubba, does he have a father?

Don't be insulted, that was off the top freestyle

Still battle rappers for the custody like Cleese child

These styles are fatherless, motherless, marvelous

Adopted by every hip hop George Papadopoulos