Gotta switch my f*cking chair bruh
Shit's squeaking too much, damn
(Man like Fr@nk you know)
(mailliw beats)
Yeah, lil' sip of wine
Bedroom shenanigans
Uh
I'm awkward, bad socially and emotionally
People might not feel the same but I'm just quotin' me
I know that I do and my emotions overflowin' me
I'm still a playa tho, I'm confident bipolarly
Post us, but see me and nt in the cut don't approach us
Hate small talk, can't find the words like somebody choked us
I'm into fashion but too broke to get the high ends
So f*ck it Imma wear a plastic bag, still look the flyest
This Cali got me higher than pilots
F*ck good girls, I like a freaky girl with some mileage
I like a freaky girl with some mileage
And it's f*ck whoever hatin, we see who you are like pirates
Just give me one Berliner Luft and I don't know how to act
Usain Bolt 2008 the way I murder a track
Around these rappers I'm Mo Farah, 'way I'm runnin' 'em laps
East Berlin with my boys smokin' weed in my pad
Stop holding up the cirlce I need me a drag
I'm movin slow like a turtle, stoned like Iran
Hotboxin' in my room, think I need me a fan
I'm 22 and still broke, bruh I need me them bands
Why your boy acting up in the club, get your mans
I ain't boxed in a while but I still got them hands
F*ck a rapper like the brother of Chance
No VVS 'round my neck but my pearls they from Monaco clams
Yeah they straight from the sea
Can't f*ck with me, in the club with some E
Superman mode like I shot up some V
No dress code, I'm still fresh to the T
Still fresh to the T yeah
This music from my bedroom
From me to you
F*ck it let me get back in
Uh
Music from my bedroom, I treat ya'll like my therapist
Need to vent when it gets quiet, I can't deal with the eeriness
I blow the speakers up like terrorists
Flow out of this world like the ones who built the pyramids
Uh, I had a girl from Cairo
We ain't spoke in a while but it's fine tho
Every time we were together it got messy like Lionel
She liked the way I broke her back, Mike Tyson, spinal
It's me against myself in a final
Me against myself on a vinyl
My mood switches got me feeling like I'm different people, all judging me like American Idol
I'm the greatest in the world but it's a self-proclaimed title
Lately that's what I've been on
Avoiding conflicts, I can't go back and forth like ping pong
Shoutout Korea, I put my soul in this music but I'm from the north like Kim Jong
Dräco droppin' big bombs
Damn, that shit radioactive
My idols all from SoundCloud so I was never radio active
I'm lowkey ugly but highkey attractive
Swagged out like Iverson, I don't need me no practice
That's facts
I guess that's really who I am
(Yeah, listen uh)
I guess that's really who I am tho
Yeah, treat the beat som en therapist
Samtidigt kill that bitch, catch a felony
Det inte lönt ge mig råd, don't give a f*ck 'bout det du tellin' me
Mitt ex lämna mitt heart broken, detta är min remedy
Häller upp Hennessy, lemon I
Don't f*ck with people alls som jag celibate
I've been doing this shit, inte längre grön som selleri
Mitt ända mål bli en better me, bättra på mitt legacy
Från north like West men ändå south like Melanie
När det nt på beats det straight spittin' ingen melodi, twin got the melodies
Perfect combo därför in this music shit chose to pair up som memory, yeah
Åldersnoja daily som jag 80
Så jag allt annat än lazy
Har ingen tid för en lady för vill ha min nacke iced out big brr, Justin ingen Hailey, uh
Nowadays inte mycket som faze me
Emotionally scarred, Lil Baby
Lately, stressat helt för mycket behöver en vacation
Shoutout min boy som är polis except him, don't f*ck with no pigs no bacon
Vill ha stars I taket Patrick no Bateman
Vill ha en baddie som Kim no aging
Nån som keep it real no faking, yeah
Yeah, 18:36 februarikväll
Sitter I mitt kök, skriver bars igen
Feeling av depression kickar in men det soft jag är van vid den
Går min egen väg, andra följer andra som Adolfs män
Lägger allt jag har på kläder, consistently drippin' som Aquaman
Vill bli rik som adelsmän
Om jag trillar ner alltid upp igen, yeah
Plans for the future crazy, codeine
Antisocial, Tors bror håller mig lowkey
Nummer 30 under läppen idag, jag might OD
F*ck att kick it med lames då jag hellre lonely, yeah
I've been doing this shit, jag är ung men ändå oldie
Ung men ändå OG
Hon pulla upp I klänning sen hon lämnade cosy
You know SBP worldwide huh
Mannen lyssna
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Gotta switch my f*cking chair bruh
Shit's squeaking too much, damn
(Man like Fr@nk you know)
(mailliw beats)
Yeah, lil' sip of wine
Bedroom shenanigans
Uh
I'm awkward, bad socially and emotionally
People might not feel the same but I'm just quotin' me
I know that I do and my emotions overflowin' me
I'm still a playa tho, I'm confident bipolarly
Post us, but see me and nt in the cut don't approach us
Hate small talk, can't find the words like somebody choked us
I'm into fashion but too broke to get the high ends
So f*ck it Imma wear a plastic bag, still look the flyest
This Cali got me higher than pilots
F*ck good girls, I like a freaky girl with some mileage
I like a freaky girl with some mileage
And it's f*ck whoever hatin, we see who you are like pirates
Just give me one Berliner Luft and I don't know how to act
Usain Bolt 2008 the way I murder a track
Around these rappers I'm Mo Farah, 'way I'm runnin' 'em laps
East Berlin with my boys smokin' weed in my pad
Stop holding up the cirlce I need me a drag
I'm movin slow like a turtle, stoned like Iran
Hotboxin' in my room, think I need me a fan
I'm 22 and still broke, bruh I need me them bands
Why your boy acting up in the club, get your mans
I ain't boxed in a while but I still got them hands
F*ck a rapper like the brother of Chance
No VVS 'round my neck but my pearls they from Monaco clams
Yeah they straight from the sea
Can't f*ck with me, in the club with some E
Superman mode like I shot up some V
No dress code, I'm still fresh to the T
Still fresh to the T yeah
This music from my bedroom
From me to you
F*ck it let me get back in
Uh
Music from my bedroom, I treat ya'll like my therapist
Need to vent when it gets quiet, I can't deal with the eeriness
I blow the speakers up like terrorists
Flow out of this world like the ones who built the pyramids
Uh, I had a girl from Cairo
We ain't spoke in a while but it's fine tho
Every time we were together it got messy like Lionel
She liked the way I broke her back, Mike Tyson, spinal
It's me against myself in a final
Me against myself on a vinyl
My mood switches got me feeling like I'm different people, all judging me like American Idol
I'm the greatest in the world but it's a self-proclaimed title
Lately that's what I've been on
Avoiding conflicts, I can't go back and forth like ping pong
Shoutout Korea, I put my soul in this music but I'm from the north like Kim Jong
Dräco droppin' big bombs
Damn, that shit radioactive
My idols all from SoundCloud so I was never radio active
I'm lowkey ugly but highkey attractive
Swagged out like Iverson, I don't need me no practice
That's facts
I guess that's really who I am
(Yeah, listen uh)
I guess that's really who I am tho
Yeah, treat the beat som en therapist
Samtidigt kill that bitch, catch a felony
Det inte lönt ge mig råd, don't give a f*ck 'bout det du tellin' me
Mitt ex lämna mitt heart broken, detta är min remedy
Häller upp Hennessy, lemon I
Don't f*ck with people alls som jag celibate
I've been doing this shit, inte längre grön som selleri
Mitt ända mål bli en better me, bättra på mitt legacy
Från north like West men ändå south like Melanie
När det nt på beats det straight spittin' ingen melodi, twin got the melodies
Perfect combo därför in this music shit chose to pair up som memory, yeah
Åldersnoja daily som jag 80
Så jag allt annat än lazy
Har ingen tid för en lady för vill ha min nacke iced out big brr, Justin ingen Hailey, uh
Nowadays inte mycket som faze me
Emotionally scarred, Lil Baby
Lately, stressat helt för mycket behöver en vacation
Shoutout min boy som är polis except him, don't f*ck with no pigs no bacon
Vill ha stars I taket Patrick no Bateman
Vill ha en baddie som Kim no aging
Nån som keep it real no faking, yeah
Yeah, 18:36 februarikväll
Sitter I mitt kök, skriver bars igen
Feeling av depression kickar in men det soft jag är van vid den
Går min egen väg, andra följer andra som Adolfs män
Lägger allt jag har på kläder, consistently drippin' som Aquaman
Vill bli rik som adelsmän
Om jag trillar ner alltid upp igen, yeah
Plans for the future crazy, codeine
Antisocial, Tors bror håller mig lowkey
Nummer 30 under läppen idag, jag might OD
F*ck att kick it med lames då jag hellre lonely, yeah
I've been doing this shit, jag är ung men ändå oldie
Ung men ändå OG
Hon pulla upp I klänning sen hon lämnade cosy
You know SBP worldwide huh
Mannen lyssna
Shit's squeaking too much, damn
(Man like Fr@nk you know)
(mailliw beats)
Yeah, lil' sip of wine
Bedroom shenanigans
Uh
I'm awkward, bad socially and emotionally
People might not feel the same but I'm just quotin' me
I know that I do and my emotions overflowin' me
I'm still a playa tho, I'm confident bipolarly
Post us, but see me and nt in the cut don't approach us
Hate small talk, can't find the words like somebody choked us
I'm into fashion but too broke to get the high ends
So f*ck it Imma wear a plastic bag, still look the flyest
This Cali got me higher than pilots
F*ck good girls, I like a freaky girl with some mileage
I like a freaky girl with some mileage
And it's f*ck whoever hatin, we see who you are like pirates
Just give me one Berliner Luft and I don't know how to act
Usain Bolt 2008 the way I murder a track
Around these rappers I'm Mo Farah, 'way I'm runnin' 'em laps
East Berlin with my boys smokin' weed in my pad
Stop holding up the cirlce I need me a drag
I'm movin slow like a turtle, stoned like Iran
Hotboxin' in my room, think I need me a fan
I'm 22 and still broke, bruh I need me them bands
Why your boy acting up in the club, get your mans
I ain't boxed in a while but I still got them hands
F*ck a rapper like the brother of Chance
No VVS 'round my neck but my pearls they from Monaco clams
Yeah they straight from the sea
Can't f*ck with me, in the club with some E
Superman mode like I shot up some V
No dress code, I'm still fresh to the T
Still fresh to the T yeah
This music from my bedroom
From me to you
F*ck it let me get back in
Uh
Music from my bedroom, I treat ya'll like my therapist
Need to vent when it gets quiet, I can't deal with the eeriness
I blow the speakers up like terrorists
Flow out of this world like the ones who built the pyramids
Uh, I had a girl from Cairo
We ain't spoke in a while but it's fine tho
Every time we were together it got messy like Lionel
She liked the way I broke her back, Mike Tyson, spinal
It's me against myself in a final
Me against myself on a vinyl
My mood switches got me feeling like I'm different people, all judging me like American Idol
I'm the greatest in the world but it's a self-proclaimed title
Lately that's what I've been on
Avoiding conflicts, I can't go back and forth like ping pong
Shoutout Korea, I put my soul in this music but I'm from the north like Kim Jong
Dräco droppin' big bombs
Damn, that shit radioactive
My idols all from SoundCloud so I was never radio active
I'm lowkey ugly but highkey attractive
Swagged out like Iverson, I don't need me no practice
That's facts
I guess that's really who I am
(Yeah, listen uh)
I guess that's really who I am tho
Yeah, treat the beat som en therapist
Samtidigt kill that bitch, catch a felony
Det inte lönt ge mig råd, don't give a f*ck 'bout det du tellin' me
Mitt ex lämna mitt heart broken, detta är min remedy
Häller upp Hennessy, lemon I
Don't f*ck with people alls som jag celibate
I've been doing this shit, inte längre grön som selleri
Mitt ända mål bli en better me, bättra på mitt legacy
Från north like West men ändå south like Melanie
När det nt på beats det straight spittin' ingen melodi, twin got the melodies
Perfect combo därför in this music shit chose to pair up som memory, yeah
Åldersnoja daily som jag 80
Så jag allt annat än lazy
Har ingen tid för en lady för vill ha min nacke iced out big brr, Justin ingen Hailey, uh
Nowadays inte mycket som faze me
Emotionally scarred, Lil Baby
Lately, stressat helt för mycket behöver en vacation
Shoutout min boy som är polis except him, don't f*ck with no pigs no bacon
Vill ha stars I taket Patrick no Bateman
Vill ha en baddie som Kim no aging
Nån som keep it real no faking, yeah
Yeah, 18:36 februarikväll
Sitter I mitt kök, skriver bars igen
Feeling av depression kickar in men det soft jag är van vid den
Går min egen väg, andra följer andra som Adolfs män
Lägger allt jag har på kläder, consistently drippin' som Aquaman
Vill bli rik som adelsmän
Om jag trillar ner alltid upp igen, yeah
Plans for the future crazy, codeine
Antisocial, Tors bror håller mig lowkey
Nummer 30 under läppen idag, jag might OD
F*ck att kick it med lames då jag hellre lonely, yeah
I've been doing this shit, jag är ung men ändå oldie
Ung men ändå OG
Hon pulla upp I klänning sen hon lämnade cosy
You know SBP worldwide huh
Mannen lyssna
Writer: Noah Tillberg, Erik Lindblom
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid