Fuck the🌎world

DüKRüE "Duck-Crew" - Fuck the🌎world

(Yeah, yeah…)
He’s actin’ like he’s the greatest, but it’s all a game,
Fuck the world, but he’s screamin' his own name. Ugh.

He’s rappin' fast, thinkin' he's intelligent,
Mind stuck in a loop, no development,
Spittin' out irrelevant sentiment,
But he swears he's heavy like an elephant.

Draggin' on with rhymes nobody wanna hear.
Fake mad, actin' like we all should cheer.
It’s all about him, yeah, that’s his vibe.
Preachin' how he's the one, how he’s doin’ it live.

But we see through it, just another show,
Big words, small heart, but he don’t know.

Why we listen to this? He’s bored with himself.
Same ol' rhymes just collectin’ dust on the shelf.
Draggin' it out, man, what’s left to say?
He’s the best, but we ain’t buyin' his way.

Fuck the world, but he's beggin’ for love,
Actin’ like a god, but just playin' tough.
(Yeah, yeah, he’s had enough he's...)

He’s stretchin' every line like it’s somethin’ deep.
But we tuned him out halfway through the beat.
Every bar's like a lecture, long-winded and weak.
Actin' like a prophet, but it’s all on repeat.

He screams "fuck the world," but he’s lookin' for fans,
Can’t decide if he’s angry or just part of the plan.
He’s mad at the world, but it’s all for the show,
Can’t let go of the spotlight, scared to let it go.

Thinks he’s the greatest, thinks we all care,
But we’re rollin' our eyes while he’s stuck in the glare.

Draggin' it out, man, what’s left to say?
He’s the best, but we ain’t buyin' his way.
Fuck the world, but he's beggin’ for love,
Actin’ like a god, but just playin' tough.

Draggin' it out, man, what’s left to say?
He’s the best, but we ain’t buyin' his way.
Fuck the world, but he's beggin’ for love,
Actin’ like a god, but just playin' tough.

He raps fast, yeah, like we’re all impressed.
But we see through the act, it’s just a mess.
He’s stuck in a loop, tryna stay relevant.
While we tune out, feelin’ indifferent.

It’s all about him, but we don’t even care,
He’s shoutin' in the void, we ain't even there.

Why we listen to this? He’s bored with himself,
Same ol' rhymes just collectin’ dust on the shelf.

Draggin' it out, man, what’s left to say?
He’s the best, but we ain’t buyin' his way.
Draggin' it out, man, what’s left to say?
He’s the best, but we ain’t buyin' his way.
Fuck the world, but he's beggin’ for love,
Actin’ like a god, but just playin' tough.
(Yeah, yeah, he’s had enough.)

He thinks he's the greatest, but the song’s too long,
Why you still here? We thought you’d be gone.
Fuck the world, but it’s all just a bluff,
He’s mad at us all—yeah, ain’t that tough?