Straight Outta Left Field Video (MV)

Yeah
I'm coming straight outta left field

You ain't never seen shit like this
Spit like this
When I'm pissed like this
When I grip life's nipples and I twist like
Shiiiiit
My whole life I been shitted on
Spit it onto iPods, vent it all
Get it all out to the kids that on
The same type of shit I'm on
"Mom, please? Please? Can I go see the kid?"
I'm on top
Cranker it louder, bro
Yeah, that's how it goes
Watch 'em wall flowers grow
Screamin' out:
"FUCK THIS GOD DAMN SHOW"
I won't stop with these flows I drop
Made it quite clear, you don't want me poppin'
I been right here, better hold my spot
I don't hold my tongue, but I hold my cock
I'm the new name A&Rs wanna talk about
Still got small town dreams that I jotted down
In and out of meetings with no budget it
F*ck it, said "I'ma do it how I wanna"
Blaow!

Baby turn that radio down
I don't wanna think about how old I've become
I used to hear the jams
At the high school dance
And play the wall like

F*ck this song!
F*ck this song, punk
Watchu looking' at
F*ck this song!
Straight outta left field
F*ck this song

Look at him, look at me
Look at them, look at we
Buncha broke punks in the stairs smoking weed
From a sprite can
Cheap Bic in my right hand
Book of life on my night stand
They don't want radio hits
Caved in, I played 808s to get in
Been to meetings with labels, like daily, and they
Just want me to be Instagram famous, well, shit
Look, I'm making this hits for my home
Nobody been in my zone
Nobody feel like I feel
Well, I feel like I'm drifting alone
Still a certified underdog, give him a bone
I'ma be the one that blew the lid off the industry
Get at me
Make a fine dime offa artists, that's the model, A&Rs tryna sell the dream, f*ck you

Every time that I breath, you got your foot on my neck
You'll find a million failures when you look for success
I wrote down everyone's name across each bullet, who's next?
So put the money in the bag!

Baby turn that radio down
I don't wanna think about how old I've become
I used to hear the jams
At the high school dance
And play the wall like

F*ck This Song
Take that suit off bitch
Hah, suck these socials motherf*cker
F*ck This Song
Yeah, how's this for a target audience?
Target these nuts, bitch
Hahahah
F*ck this song

Man, this is something that
People will kill themselves over
And you out here
Fiddling with people lives, literally
And you on some close minded bullshit, f*ck you!

And then I went pop in a year
God damn, and it's all been so weird
New town, jump start a career
Thinking all along, I just wanna sing along in the mirror
Man, I hate this shit
And these people fake as shit
They hate me for trying so hard, you ain't doing that, that's petty shit
Theres no underdogs, it's all who you know
Nepotism, truly though
Never forgive 'em, you should know
This ain't the game that I used to know
What happened to the weirdos?
And the gym class zeroes?
And the awkward kids who turned all their shit into awesome hits
They ain't here, no
Now its all popularity
This a lot of talk for Clarity
This off the top, man, it had to be
I just had to vent
I just had to breath
I just had to leave
I just had to leave
Don't wait around for me
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone

Baby, turn that radio down
I don't wanna think about how jaded I've become
I used to hear the jams
At the High School dance
And play the wall like
"Yo, f*ck this song."