Hit the Target - Theo Katzman & 10 Good Songs

Damn. Can't believe its the last one of the three Went hard on the other two So now I gotta go out with a bang on this one Fuck boxing! It just don't get respect at all Especially now that they let in Jake Paul A fuckin' Disney fag who really thinks he's in his bag Just because he knocked out three dudes who are really bad Talkin' all that shit tryna test Canelo You really think that you can box with him? Thats a hell no Fuckin' idiot who never ever popped some shit I wish you'd fight Canelo just so he can rock your shit Yes you are clever for makin' millions whatever You will never be remembered a GOAT You will be never unless its your head I sever just like a sacrifice I wanna punch you so hard you don't make it to the Afterlife I'm glad you fuckin' idiots paid about fifty bucks For shitty pub for a fight that wasn't worth givin' fifty fucks To see a circus cuz Jake Paul a fuckin' clown If he fights Canelo I guarantee he is goin' down Just like your Moms panties after I fuck her tonight And if you have a sister she better not be a fuckin' dyke Cuz I'ma pipe her too and I'ma give it to her so damn good That Moms wanna watch and get hyper too I went outta line I last six seconds just like Vine And now I am talkin' shit just so I can waste some time Now you internet faggots know how y'all fuckin' look Y'all always shook, get ya shit blew up like The Jungle Book These wannabe gangsta white kids better shut their trap And quit actin' like they tough just cuz they turn up to Trap They have that kind of face you really wanna fuckin' slap Profile picture lookin' like a kid who would not take the rap And really thinks that 6iine should be shot for snitchin' Well I think you should be fuckin' shot just for bitchin' YB does this better man shut the fuck up Its like his dick is what in your ass is really stuck up Fuckin' homo, not the way to get promo I wish I could buy a gun and fill y'all up with plomo Fuckin' losers All you YB is better faggots are fuckin' clowns straight up

Aim that shit at me boy you gon drop it I'm that nigga now because I'm popping Can't no nigga tell me he gon top it I'm the man and I been the man and I know that it's shocking You be talking shit boy hit you with the rocket Don't care what you spent boy ain't shit in ya pockets Use some common sense boy Use it for I rock it I been down broke but a nigga go and make a deposit That's my evidence Since I was a kid Watch my thoughts blow in the wind Like who the fuck and when Bet you don't know why I cannot tell a lie With the shit I had my supply like open third eye Cock it back and let it go Some of you niggas don't I been watching you from the peephole I know you niggas hoes Niggas don't know Bitches don't know Independent my bro If you ain't you will go broke Nigga just might go clear the shit I told you niggas you not serious Why you niggas try to act delirious Why you niggas hate if you don't fear me then Blowing up I bet you niggas hear me then Nigga might go end up in the fucking pin Keep it hundred keep it ten Keep a blessing make a sin Why the heart rate rising for me All these niggas really common to me I know I don't really vibe in the streets You could never get revived in the streets All these niggas talk like they fucking mental But you never really bothering me I could really show you something detrimental But you fucking up the palm that you eat It's a tight rope but you hanging off the edge I don't fuck with bitches anymore I want the head I don't fuck with bitches anymore I want the head But girl what's popping I'm the needle You can be the thread If you ask me later girl I coulda sworn you was the feds Girl that pussy ill You leave it to me You gon need some meds But Fuck it we in the backseat Working like athletes Get up off the floor I don't need no mat skeets I can hit any bitch with the right catch All I need is two blunts and a slight match Heard you on the 69 shit How you gon latch it I ain't even know this shit came with the package I ain't know a rat plus We ain't even got enough pro for that shit Let's get it Damn I'm amazing Star Seen how you work Buss it like a AR Head game strong Put me in the ER Now I got a light head Like I work at Pixar She ain't my type Nah she ain't my type She be all up on a nigga like what on rice I thought shit was going left So I hit her from the back Now she looking up to me So I had to make it right God come first Money third And really finna get into it Seems like lately Niggas been swaying away from getting to it Yea Back to the topic Cuz lately taking breaks ain't really been a option nigga That's right that's right Ain't no stopping And all that hating shit gon get you bodied boy I swear cuz if you Aim that shit at me boy you gon drop it I'm that nigga now because I'm popping Can't no nigga tell me he gon top it I'm the man and I been the man and I know that it's shocking You be talking shit boy hit you with the rocket Don't care what you spent boy ain't shit in ya pockets Use some common sense boy Use it for I rock it I been down broke but a nigga go and make a deposit

Don't prevail, just do your best Leave the fortune for the rest Hang the necklace at your breast Help me zip my denim vest Stop the car and pick some fruit Get you in your birthday suit To the lake to have a swim This is where it all begins Leave the talking to the weak We don't even have to speak Twenty-three's the time to beat Spend the rest on chocolate treats Grab your bag and crack the beer We'll drink the whole damn thing right here With our souls so close, so near Fifty feet from doves and deer Lay the blanket in the sand Curl your toes up in my hand Now your wish is my command On this ancient sacred land I was driving, driving, driving, and I Lost my cell phone We might get blown But I know we'll get home Drivin' on the country backroads I'll lose my cell phone We might get blown But I know we'll get home Drivin' on the country backroads I'll lose my cell phone, yeah And we might get blown But I, I know we'll get home Drivin' on the country backroads Drivin' on the country backroads

(Haven't even known you a day) Packed a bookbag, socks and sneakers, and dress shoes just in case Sky bound for my home town, to the north shore on a Sunday Gave a kiss to my lady friend, she's a sweet talk and a sweet taste Gave thanks for my family, thanks to my friends, I'm getting shit-faced, oh well This Long Island, it's a desolate place A far cry from my first love, Michigan sweet talk, and my sweet taste A long way from the long lost dreams, left broken on a California freeway This Brooklyn Oh, Brooklyn You make Detroit feel so far away And I've only known you a day (I haven't even known you a day) yeah, yeah, yeah True like New York, but you lie like L.A. And I've only known you a day (I haven't even known you a day) Hopped a southbound train from Bleecker to the Park Slope real estate Looked around for a sit-down brunch with all-you-can-eat poundcake Found a few, maybe six or seven, free coffee and free champagne I haven't seen such a free time living since my sixteenth birthday, yeah oh well This Long Island, it's a desolate place A far cry from my first love, Michigan sweet talk, and my sweet taste A long way from the long lost dreams, left broken on a California freeway This Brooklyn Oh, Brooklyn, yeah You make Detroit feel so far away And I've only known you a day (I haven't even known you a day) yeah, yeah, yeah True like New York, but you lie like L.A. And I've only known you a day (I haven't even known you a day) Woah, you make Detroit feel so far away And I've only known you a day I haven't even known you a day, yeah, yeah, yeah True like New York, but you lie like L.A. And I've only known you a day I haven't even known you a day Known you a day I've only known you a day Known you a day Ooh, I've only known you a day Known you a day Known you a day, yeah

I, I missed my father's 80th birthday 'Cause I was working Nine to five I didn't want to But I was just too Too busy thinking about Cars, cash, and credit How to establish Myself a blanket To secure Me some savings for the years to come I know nothing's ever over if I can prove My intentions were good So I search for something clever to say to you But I can't 'Cause the action speaks for itself Now I'm back to zero-oh-oh I just called to tell you Tell you I love you Tell you I love you I just called Called to tell you, really nothing at all You know how These things happen I'm not quite sure What's been lacking In my life But I think it's likely it's you I, I missed my first Real anniversary 'Cause I was drinking By myself Being an artist Yeah I was just too-ooh-ooh Too busy dreaming about Songs, fame, and romance And "what a groovy Night for a moondance" I forgot It's not groovy when you're all alone I know nothing's ever over if I can prove My intentions were good So I search for something clever to say to you But I can't 'Cause my tail's tucked between my knees And I feel real sheepish oh-oh I just called to tell you Tell you I love you Tell you I love you I just called Called to tell you, really nothing at all You know how These things happen I'm not quite sure What's been lacking In my life But I think it's likely it's Oh, I think it's likely it's Oh, I think it's likely it's you, ooh-ooh, ooh-oh

Every few days the floor needs sweeping (Every few days, every few days) The garbage is full, the sink is leaking (Every few days, every few days) Every few days there's a mess you've made Bouncing checks, parking tickets you swore that you paid Oh, every few days, you say Oh, every few days, you say The real world is killing me slowly The real world is bringing me down The real world is loving me only As much as I let it, and nothing more As much as I let it, and nothing more Every few days the chopping block is (Every few days, every few days) Slashing a hole in both your pockets (Every few days, every few days) Every few days, raise a glass to your face Strike a match for the years on your birthday cake Oh, every few days, you say Oh, every few days, you say The real world is killing me slowly The real world is bringing me down The real world is loving me only As much as I let it, and nothing more As much as I let it, and nothing more Every few you days, you're fine Just a few days on the grind You left your faith behind some other door Which one, you don't know Every few days, you say Oh, every few days, you say The real world is killing me slowly The real world is bringing me down The real world is loving me only As much as I let it, and nothing more As much as I let it, and nothing more (Every few days, every few days) Every few days, hey, hey (Every few days, every few days) Every few days (Every few days, every few days) Oh, every few days, every few days

I have all my things away In here With me I can get them when I need But not Today What's the use in trying to stay Inside The seams Where you stitched your hopes and dreams Back in The day There are some who will Always let you down (Always let you down) There are people who will Chain your feet to the ground (To the ground) White picket castles were built To fall down To fall down This old sunken vessel is where I sleep It's not worth a nickel but it pays my keep Uh-oh, where's your white picket castle but where You seat yourself now? Walk until my knees get weak My eyes They stare Sunken, tangled in my hair They comb The street Spare a piece of something deep For me, yeah To share If it's something I can wear It's yours To keep There are some who will Always let you down (Always let you down) There are people who will Chain your feet to the ground (To the ground) White picket castles were built To fall down To fall down Oh! this old sunken vessel is where I sleep It's not worth a nickel but it pays my keep Where's your white picket castle but where You seat yourself now? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This old sunken vessel is where I sleep Oh, It's not worth a nickel but it pays my keep Oh, Where's your white picket castle but where You seat yourself now?

(Oooh, ooh, ooh) Oh (Oooh, ooh, ooh) Oh Yea-ah He walks like a soldier Straight talker, a gold card heavy spender Got a budget and a basket of things to see But that soul for you is in me, yeah He makes you feel older, don't you hear Folks say that he used to date Cinderella Bought you two pairs of glass slippers, baby, just in case But that soul for you is in me, yeah It's gonna be hard for you When I'm there Like a ghost Haunting your headphones, passing Through the air It's gonna be hard for you When I'm gone And every day goes by I live in my own world Make nothing for money, a daydream hustler Not a loser, but I sure ain't exemplary But that soul for you it's in me, yeah I ain't no pretender, no, no, noo I maxed-out my gold card when I bought my Fender Baby, all I got is music and groceries But that soul for you, it's in me, yeah It's gonna be hard for you When I'm there Like a ghost Haunting your headphones, passing Through the air It's gonna be hard for you When I'm gone And every day goes by It's gonna be hard for you When I'm there Like a ghost Haunting your headphones, passing Through the air It's gonna be hard for you When I'm gone And every day goes by Oh, soul is a sine Soul is a sine wave Waving goodbye, baby Bye from your heart, back To your mind 'Cause every day goes by Standing is still Soul is a pill Slipped in the "time heals" drink And the wine feels heavenly Hearts don't trust in minds 'Cause every day goes by Oh, oh, soul is a sine Soul is a sine wave Waving goodbye, babe Bye from your heart Back to your mind 'Cause every day-ay-hey Goes bye, yeah (Oooh, ooh, ooh) oh (Oooh, ooh, ooh) oh Oh, it's gonna be hard (for you) It's gonna be hard for you When I'm there Like a ghost Haunting your headphones, passing Through the air It's gonna be hard for you When I'm gone And every day goes by It's gonna be hard for you When I'm there Like a ghost Haunting your headphones, passing Through the air It's gonna be hard for you When I'm gone And every day-aayy Goes bye-eye