2nd In Command
Marmalade
Intro:

"And you want me to change?! FUCK YOU!"

Verse 1:

I don’t need magazines, my girl was centerfold
She lick so much, you’d think my dick was edible
State your the hardest, that statement ain’t credible
Quit your repeating, you know that I said it all
Little league champion, fuck with my medal on
My girl got braces, give jaw like a megalodon
Plenty of fish in here, she wanna get it on
(OW, FUCK! YOU”RE BITING!)
Someone call the doctor, there’s blood in the water!
I’m gon fuck your grandma, your mama, your daughter
Your father, your cousin, your son and auntie
Your diamonds ain’t dancing, your girlfriеnd is handsy
Your carrots are actual carrots
My karats could make your whole family еmbarrassed
Cuz they look at you and they just can’t compare us
She swallow my kids, then we go watch some Clarence

Chorus:

We fuck and watch anime, anime
Her word sting, no manta ray, manta ray
She can be sweet like marmalade, marmalade
Long as she can ride in my car today, car today
Verse 2:

I need a wifey, high key- somebody who likes me
Somebody who talk to me not for music or Nikes
Odd segway, I know, but I might be
Lonely and cold, and I’m itching for a fight scene
Somebody to beat up, somebody to feel with
I can’t put my feet up, got no confidence to build with
I feel insecure, my social is stilted
(Brag or you're going to kill yourself)
WOW, YOUR MAMA GOT TITTIES FOR DAYS!
THE SUNBURN MUST HURT, LOOKIN LIKE A FILET
HER SUMMER BUNS WORKING CUZ SHE GETTING PAID!
THE ONLINE GIRLS DISTRACT ME FROM THE PAIN!
THIS IS LIKE THE THIRD PROJECT I MADE IN MY GODDAMN ROOM
NO MORE TEARS LEFT TO CRY, I’M TOO USED TO MONSOONS
BUT MY DIAMONDS SHINE WITH THE COLOR OF THE MOON
(You don’t have any diamonds, dude.) FUCK!

Chorus:

We fuck and watch anime, anime
Her word sting, no manta ray, manta ray
She can be sweet like marmalade, marmalade
But she can’t ride in my car today, car today
Verse 3:

I’m faking and fronting up online
People claim I’m a clown, that’s okay, it’s all fine
Call up labels and they always tell me “Sorry, wrong line”
Work on mixing all night, I guess that’s our life
Certainly ain’t a starving artist, I’m a minor
I live with my parents, I don’t pay a dime
We’re all middle class, our tastes ain’t finer
I don’t wear designer, but we’re doing fine
I got a guilty conscious in mind, white guilt permeate in every line
“My shit is worthless, man, I don’t deserve this
When poorer kids music is better than mine
They should have my opportunities” But look at the jewels I grabbed
The diamonds that I don’t deserve, the diamonds that I’ll never have

Chorus:

I’m alone and watch anime, anime
Their words sting, no manta ray, manta ray
My idols sweet like marmalade, marmalade
Stead of making, I sit in my car today