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Libsey - Waave Lyrics



Libsey - Waave Lyrics




I been standin on my own two, that's how I'm livin
I been tryna live a happy life with everything I'm given
Must be trippin, if you think that you'll ever catch me slippin
Indiana Jones on the track, the way I'm whippin

I was tryna catch the waaaave, but now I cause it
I been droppin projects back to back to back to make a profit
Boy this music in my genes, put the game inside my pocket
Then I'm walkin inconspicuous, like I ain't even got it

I'm the Prophet, and I'm here to fill the prophecy
Cause honestly these wannabes haven't a shred of modesty
It's odd to me that rapper's that clearly lackin in quality
Can call themselves a prodigy, how are you the anomaly

It's hard to see, cause you ain't even in my bracket
Boy I stay hoodied up, you still rockin a Fubu jacket
Standin next to greatness homie, you ain't gonna hack it
If you thought the crown was in your future, you ain't gonna have it

Go and pass it, to my homie when the dutchie rolled
Every summer feelin cold, we don't bend we don't fold
Whooshie Gang, spell the name in bold
If you give us all the gold, promise no one's gettin trolled

Put the game in a chokehold, sittin at the top for everybody to behold

I been standin on my own two, that's how I'm livin
I been tryna live a happy life with everything I'm given
Must be trippin, if you think that you'll ever catch me slippin
Indiana Jones on the track, the way I'm whippin
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English

I been standin on my own two, that's how I'm livin
I been tryna live a happy life with everything I'm given
Must be trippin, if you think that you'll ever catch me slippin
Indiana Jones on the track, the way I'm whippin

I was tryna catch the waaaave, but now I cause it
I been droppin projects back to back to back to make a profit
Boy this music in my genes, put the game inside my pocket
Then I'm walkin inconspicuous, like I ain't even got it

I'm the Prophet, and I'm here to fill the prophecy
Cause honestly these wannabes haven't a shred of modesty
It's odd to me that rapper's that clearly lackin in quality
Can call themselves a prodigy, how are you the anomaly

It's hard to see, cause you ain't even in my bracket
Boy I stay hoodied up, you still rockin a Fubu jacket
Standin next to greatness homie, you ain't gonna hack it
If you thought the crown was in your future, you ain't gonna have it

Go and pass it, to my homie when the dutchie rolled
Every summer feelin cold, we don't bend we don't fold
Whooshie Gang, spell the name in bold
If you give us all the gold, promise no one's gettin trolled

Put the game in a chokehold, sittin at the top for everybody to behold

I been standin on my own two, that's how I'm livin
I been tryna live a happy life with everything I'm given
Must be trippin, if you think that you'll ever catch me slippin
Indiana Jones on the track, the way I'm whippin
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Writer: Arrin Liberty
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Performed By: Libsey
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Arrin Liberty
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