Dickheads - Tuka, Alex the Astronaut

What’s the matter putty cat?

Why you cooking crack?

Ayy

Why you lookin' mad when it’s me you lookin' at?

Ayy

You is not a boss, you’re a sook, you’re a dog

Gobble gobble, you’re a chook tryna squabble over rat bait

Wack, fake, you can’t see the facts straight

Blind as a ma’fucker, stuck up in a bat cave

You get overlooked, you is shook, tryna throw the book

Pinocchio’s a crook, you a donkey of the damn day

You a blagger on my bandwagon tryna mansplain

Lollygagging out your lung bags, you’re a gas tank

You’d sell out your fam for one grand, you’re a hack, mate

I can count my fam on one hand, you’re a tax break

You, you, gotta be about

You, you, it’s always gotta be about

You, you, always gotta be about

You

I guess some people are dickheads

That’s fine, they cannot help it

Unless you tell them, that’s why they’re dickheads

I ain’t time for that

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I’ma spell it out but I don’t care

I don’t care, I don’t care

Contradictions, motherfuckin' walking contradictions

They’re all I ever talk about in all my compositions

Scorned by poor decisions, haunted by thoughts I’m thinkin', thwarted

So I thought I’d pen a song, pour some liquor, you ought’a listen

Thank you for sabotagin' all that I hold important

Thank you, you’re so supportive, I needed you, you ignored it

Convinced me that I’m no better, buried me in your baggage

I’m bending backwards, go ahead and pretend that it never happened, yeah

You, you, gotta be about

You, you, it’s always gotta be about

You, you, always gotta be about

You

I guess some people are dickheads

That’s fine, they cannot help it

Unless you tell them, that’s why they’re dickheads

I ain’t time for that

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I’ma spell it out but I don’t care

I don’t care, I don’t care

Yo, ayy, ayy, ayy

You play the plight of the victim by crying and whingeing, you lyin',

but inside your’e hiding a villain

My life is a mile a minute, I don’t have the time for your fiction

I’m tired of thinking my friend is a friend when he actually isn’t,

you have to admit it

I’m trapped in reality, you just imaginary, you just pretending,

you are an arrogant dickhead

You are a parody, packing a nappy, I’m happy as Larry apparently

You wouldn’t know, you just assume that I have to be, you are just stupid and

broke, move!

Get out the way, you’re crowding my lane, cloudy and rain, blocking the sun

with your head

Your ego’s amounting to pain, fuck you, it must’ve been something I said

You, you, gotta be about

You, you, it’s always gotta be about

You, you, always gotta be about

You

Hey!

I guess (I guess) some people are dickheads

That’s fine (That's fine), they cannot help it

Unless you tell them, that’s why they’re dickheads

I ain’t time for that

Oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah (Oh yeah), oh yeah

I’ma spell it out but I don’t care (I don’t care)

I don’t care (I don’t care), I don’t care

Hey!

Oh-oh-oh-oh (You're a dickhead)

Oh-oh-oh (You're a dickhead)

Oh-oh-oh (Why's it gotta be about you?)

Hey!

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh (Why's it gotta be about you?)