Mads Veslelia In My Room song lyrics

Yo, my name's Mads

And I rap in the addic in my grandmotha's housr

I may not fit in

And I'm so unwilling to adapt

I guess the future looking at me like "please don't be such a hardhead, please"

But I just keep that same bedroom-mentality

(bedroom gently shakes)

Yeah, yeah I'm supposed to be hip

And talk about shit that fit right into a hit, huh?

Supposed to follow the script, make you party, popping molly when you listen to this, nah

I got a room and a mic, so I assume I can screw and spit truth when I like, uh

And don't get fooled by a stranger, cause even to a rat a bat look like an angel, yeah

And I'm right back on it, white knight boring, at night-time warring

Despite my portion of whine, crying often I find my fortune

My mind might soften, sometimes I'm nothing

But take a dive in the ocean, I'ma shark a fucking orphan, you a dolphin

See me touring suck a duck and tuck your balls in

You know I'm real

And I'm done chatting with you

You know the deal

And I'm done clapping for you

You know how I feel

And I'm done laughing with you

You know I don't kneel

For nobody ye Noddy ain't nodding

No more, time to get it started fo sho

Yeah, yeah way too many plastic

A lot of bitches they believe in the flashes

A lot of blitz tricking people into bastards

And their fans don't give a fuck about no talent

I understand it's not about bomb-tracks man

It's about contacts false-laughing

Respond back with your dumb ass acting

But I go uno I ludo and judo brutal on your poodle asses

Little noodle ashes

A funeral for all you fuckin pseudo trash-heads

And I be damned if i go to bed without being fair to myself

Weird figure, but a stage killah

I'm amazing, I gotta chase inner grace, ain't the greatest but a

But a bump in your plan, I don't jump on a trend, I'm that small line of dirt who won't go into the dustpan

You know I'm real

And I'm done chatting with you

You know the deal

And I'm done clapping for you

You know how I feel

And I'm done laughing with you

You know I don't kneel

For nobody ye Noddy ain't nodding

No more, time to get it started fo sho

In my room, fuck politics

In my room, fuck apologies

In my room, born bawsing

In my room, porn browsing

In my room, brave rhyming

In my room, made thousands

In my room, standing here shouting

Rap-allowance, bow down for nothing I

Cut to the chase, I'm down for the people

Raised on the phrase "deep down we are equal"

Changing the paste, bow down to no evil

Face full of hate, but I try sound civil

They wanna spray that fake and a demon

Say that I'm "way too daze" but I'm lethal

Race on flake surrounded by needles

Saved by the way that I paddle in faecal

Aming at lame and I'm blaming on feebles

Shame that a game can change and bleach yah

Waving at fame, no thanks, don't need you

Shaping a brain, no saint but regal

It's time to remold, put the game in sleep hold

And let them straight faint in haze, so strange and peaceful

You know I'm real

And I'm done chatting with you

You know the deal

And I'm done clapping for you

You know how I feel

And I'm done laughing with you

You know I don't kneel

For nobody ye Noddy ain't nodding

No more, ready to walk out of my door slam