You should go and quit your job And make all of those dreams come true How is your self esteem? Huh? That's important in what you're about to do Don't talk to your friends Their opinion holds so much weight And it doesn't make sense Even your family Parents just don't understand Except for Will Smith, he's got a great understanding Make the time Drop school, and people, and work, to play Music all night You'll make an dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life And roll with the punches Even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped But you're a real bad judge of it Hold on tight, boy Might be a fucking hell of a ride But, but, but they said it's a 3% chance That I'm gonna make it That's a little bit less than what it is in my mind But it's okay, I think I can take it They said it's a 3%, my friends That's what they said And then I sat there and thought about it And almost believed it for a sec But I think that they'll love me Yeah, if my soul is tainted and ugly Tainted enough where no one Should ever want stuff from me, but I'm lucky Lovely people say such nice things for no reason Except for the songs that I sing them When I was eighteen I fucking prayed to God That one day I'll sing and the crowd would stop But I'm still waiting For the jaws to be dropped and the bras to be sailing I'm still waiting For the big contract and a payment I'm still waiting For all of my own friends to eat all of their own words I bet it'll taste like blood sweat and tears And the fear of regret and that ever elusive 3% chance That I'm gonna make it It's a little bit less than what it is in my mind But it's okay, I think I can take it They said it's a 3%, my friends That's what they said And then I sat there and thought about it And almost believed it for a sec But now, it's me versus the world In a competition to see who could be less shitty Hold your own and if it floats your boat Then you should row that boat home But if my boat starts to sink I'll probably just stop singing and writing poems Cut my fucking hair and Quit eating like I'm homeless Get a job But I said, I made two hundred dollars in my first week Just playing music and being who I want to be She said "You think that's acceptable?" "You think that's an acceptable amount?" "I made twice the amount working at a shitty fucking job that I hate And every morning when I wake up I get really sad And I was just about to say at my friends birthday party Before they cut me off, I was just about to say Wait, wait, wait, wait You think that's an acceptable amount? It's a 3% chance You'll be happy Doing the same thing you do everyday For the next ten years I think that's a 3% chance That when I say "Today's the day!" You'll understand

Hi, uh-uhhh, what's up? My name's Frank Uh Hobo Johnson I hope you like this song I made it up for my dad, it's for you, Dad, hey My dad taught me 'bout The story 'bout the birds and the bees When the bees turn into wasps and take half of everything He sounded sure That a bird doesn't need a full nest But a bed for our bird heads to rest He told me son you'll never dunk (WHAT?) It's family tradition basketball is not for us Our legs just aren't that springy My great great uncle almost did but he didn't He told me son beware Of the monsters that roam the depths of your head Sometimes they'll make you real sad or Or real real mad, or real real jealous and That's real real bad, boy breathe Nicotine until you fall asleep like all of our family, breathe Nicotine until you fall asleep Like all of our family, like all of our family, like I'm the new Will Smith I'm-I'm Will Smith mixed with Michael Cera I'm Will Smith, Michael Cera Kevin Spacey Michael Cera My father's married to a shape shifting monster Who can sometimes take the form Of a really really really nice woman And although that seems super fucking frightening Sometimes this scary monster makes A really really great vanilla pudding, he has courage But sometimes your courage isn't quite the kryptonite As the monster runs rampant through the house Sometimes your courage makes you feel strong But it seems as if the monster eats your muscles all along Fucking pickin out your self respect right out it's scary teeth Her breath smells like pride of self And other men she used to meet And the monster doesn't sleep just schemes and fiends On the next tasty meal it gets to eat It gets to eat, it gets to eat I'm the new Will Smith I'm mixed with Kevin Spacy I'm the new Will Smith, Kevin Spacey, Michael Cera What the fuck

It's carbon and monoxide The ole Detroit perfume It hangs on the highways In the morning And it lays you down by noon Oh Papa Hobo You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy But I feel like a clown It's a natural reaction I learned In this basketball town Sweep up I been sweeping up the tips I've made I'm living on Gatorade Planning my getaway Detroit, Detroit Got a hell of a hockey team Got a left-handed way Of making a man sign up on that Automotive dream, oh yeah, oh yeah Oh, Papa Papa Hobo Could you slip me a ride? Well, it's just after breakfast I'm in the road And the weatherman lied

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore