Lyrics: Tyler Okonma/Herman Weems
Music: Tyler Okonma/Herman Weems
Um excuse me mister but can you please turn down the lights
I don't really like all these cameras man
And this shit just don't feel righ
And I don't really wanna be rude to you sir
But **** you mean I can't wear my hat in her
And you got me ****ed up if you think I care bitc
I hope you little mother****ers is listenin
Them golf boys is in this shit like an infan
The blind mother****ers used to make fun of my visio
And now I pay a mortage and they stuck with tuition
So special the teacher asked if I was autistic
And now I'm making plates you just washing the dishes
So if you don't mind get the **** out of my kitche
But keep your ego here so I can butt **** your opinio
But in the meantime brainwashing millions of minions
Leader of the new school
And you would never catch me in none of their ****ing shin-dig
I hope you ****ing b*****s is angry pissed and offended
In search of did more for me than illmatic
That's when I realized we ain't cut from the same fabric
I made my own shit you went out and bought your
Man I got too much drive mother****er I hate traffi
La-di-da-di I'm going harder than coming out the closet to conservative christian fathers
When it's a lot at stake carne asada let's be honest I'm really morphing
Named the album cherry bomb because greatest hits sounded boring
I don't like to follow the rules she said that I must
I don't have any armpits
She wanted to talk who's in charge of this golf shit
I said howdy do how are you I'm the sergeant
And who I are isn't really important
My heart is as dark as a window with car tint
So hop in with your friends gal and I'll unpark it
And I'll do donuts until the fat one is carsick
It's young t
I don't like to follow the rules
And that's just who I am
I hope you understand
And I don't really think y'all cool
So give yourself a hand
No no give yourself a hand
Better pose for that camera
Better pose boy you better pose
And it's your life b***h I suppos
For the lights for the camera and the action
Now you're face is meltin' from the flash of the big ol' lights
B***h you ask for this life
Welcome to death camp
Yeah welcome to death camp
Yeah welcome to death camp
Kissing on my bean bag
Your lips high-five my tongue
Fingers moonwalk through your hair
For the lights and the camera and the action
This is fun I can tell
I don't know if you'll handle it well
Welcome to hell camp
Lights and the camera and the action
You should be mine in a way tonight
For the lights and the camera and the action