Still Freestyling (Outro) - Lil Dicky

I joke a lot, I know

The voice inside of me is twelve years old

Yeah, I need guidance

I just turned thirty and I'm still freestylin'

So this how YOLO beats doubt

And hope breeds vows

I won't be proud 'til I'm crowned

You holdin' me down or you holdin' me down?

Will I break out or will I break down?

I'm calling my shot, aww

This is my plot, aww

Just let me be not wrong

Everything is right in front of me

So I don't see what's right in front of me

I'm only seein' what it's gonna be (Two, three, four)

I never had a ménage (Oh)

I'd rather get a fiancé (Ayy)

Mom up my ass like a prostate

She thinkin' forward like blockchain

But I'm sittin', thinkin' 'bout the fourth grade (Woo)

I was hittin' on the Macarena

Visualizin' all the packed arenas

I ain't had shit on my hands except Cheetos

That was the top

Back when Dwayne was the Rock

Back when jerkin' off used to be the motivation

I would come home racin', tryna beat my mama to my crib, get naked

Then I'll go on Maxim.com for the pictures

Put the shower on while I'm stickin' the print-outs to the shower wall usin' steam

Then I put the shower head up on the massage settin'

What the fuck was that?

How was I usin' stills?

Now when I use my thoughts

The women turn to sand

The women blow away

It's why I take Adderall every day

Fifteen milligram, time release

I pray to God it doesn't kill me

My generation the test (Yes)

I can feel my heart race in my chest (Yes)

Takin' what it takes to be best (I do)

I met a nice girl out west (I did)

But I wish she was more East Coast (That's true)

Guess that's how the story goes

Doesn't matter how I far I go

Fuck it, I don't even know

Lot of surfaces don't need a scratch

A lot of matches haven't met a match

There's a lot of women in my phone

Who last name is Bumble, Tinder, or some other app

On a date, I can't wait 'til I talk about work

If they sleep over, I'll get 'em a shirt

I don't do synagogue, I don't do church

I don't know exactly what I believe

I don't know exactly what we all need

Homie, this shit is a doozey

We all used to write it in loose leaf

I just want someone to use me

If you can't be used, you're useless (Uh)

I'm just so lucky to be doin' me (True)

Been privileged since birth

Now I gotta pay that forward

How we gonna change that world?

I know I'm different

I'm comin' out and I hope you'll listen

Time's runnin' out and I know I'll miss it

I could fail, but I can't do what-ifs

I'll give you my heart and you'll still want a pic

You in or you out, y'all? What you gonna pick?

I wanna be what I wanna be

(What's wrong with me?)

Why do they bring out the lobster before you eat it

And have you look at it in its eyes?

(Anyone?)

(No)

I joke a lot, I know

The voice inside of me is twelve years old

Yeah, I need guidance

I just turned thirty and I'm still freestylin'