Swear Jar Illy

[Verse 1]
Way back in adolescence, I learnt one simple lesson
First impressions last and showing love don't take much effort
I fanned out on an idol, got brushed and still won't forget it
So these days when I see artists on that too cool shit my message to 'em's like
All due respect here there's no respect due
So fuck you, fuck you, man
Some artists on that high horse like they just put Thriller out
Some artist care about music less than Instagram accounts
They told me drink that Kool-Aid, oh, hell nah, I spit that out
And as much as I would love to give the benefit of doubt
I'm saying. nah

[Pre-Chorus 1]
All due respect here, there's no respect due
If you in it for the status I dedicate this to you, I'm sayin'

[Chorus]
Fuck you and you and you
And you, you're cool, fuck you and I'm outta here
Fuck you and you and you
And you, you're cool, but fuck you and I'm outta here
All due respect here, there's no respect due
So fuck you

[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Okay, let's flip that to the wild shit people say to get attention
You know the reason mama said don't read no comment sections
I'd hit back but whenever I tell them kiss my bare arse
My two cents got me emptying my wallet in a swear jar
Still all due respect here, there's no respect due
So fuck you, oh my bad
Pardon my french (putain) big no-no, wash my mouth out with soap, oh
You don't like it, by all means, yo, hit my socials, let me know so
Hold breathe till I reply then die waitin' then have your folks post
Funeral details online so I can come take Snapchat photos, man