Don't Like My Music

Uh, she don't like my beats

Never kick a freestyle when we in the sheets

Cause she thinks hip-hop is dead

But she gets a pass because the ass and the tip-top head

Baby girl follows trends like it makes sense

Reading Us Magazine and caring 'bout celebrities and fake shit

I try to shake it out of her on occasion

But even on vacation she's talking to fake friends

Tweeting 'bout Paris Hilton is a BFF

Little lady, that is S-A-D

And I don't ask what she got on the SAT's

Cause I am guessing it was B-A-D

And that's how I speak when I don't want her to comprehend

While I'm talking to some grown-up folk

And yeah, it's kinda sad how it is, but I learned to cope

With my girl not knowing I'm dope, shit

[Hook:]

My baby girl don't like my music, but I don't mind. (Hey!)

Never at my show, never bought a record, but that's just fine (Ho!)

And I don't need no criticism from someone who just don't listen (Hey!)

And she's got me thinking about the ladies who like my lines

Yeah, pissed off every time we peel off

In the '96 Honda Accord, baby I'm in the car

What the hell you putting on that Lady Gaga for?

I'm a connoisseur and listening to that is a chore

Put the Kid Cudi version on or stop the car

I can walk from here baby, it's not to far

I got my iPhone and my ear buds

So if you want to conversate, text me, cause I need ear plugs

You think it's immature the way that I handle it

But I think that your taste in pop music is scandalous

Downright amateur, common denominator

Skipped the ROOTS to play Britney and now I'm a hater?

That's some whack-ass shit, baby doll

And this time, I think we finally hit the last straw

Packed my things up and now I'm headed back home

Fucked, I can't believe I'm wasting time on this song

[Hook]

Yeah, three weeks have passed, and I miss the ass

But I'm writing more than ever, got the gift of gab back

Ten tracks in the bag, I've got mad raps

I wanna see some checks from the people at ASCAP

Meanwhile, I'm looking for a replacement

Someone with a little culture, I ain't being complacent

No wool over eyes, life's full of surprises

At our last show, I finally saw a chick with some style

Even looks good with no Maybelline

Woke up next to me, thought it happened in a dream

Shorty seemed like she might be perfect

Losing my old lady might have just been worth it

Over brunch, share a pleasant conversation

'til I realized the lady didn't like my occupation

Didn't even show up for the music

She was only there to help a dumb friend get stupid, shit!

[Hook x2]