Aight. Huh. See?
To craft a masterpiece I'd sacrifice sleep
Now, that's what an artist would do
Especially when pussy's on my mind like Georgia O'Keefe
If you ain't get that this ain't for you, now come on
Whoo! Come on
Yeah! Alright
One time for ya mind.
Lemme throw some words at ya. Yeah
Ha ha, yo! Now understand, understand
Yeah, see, the spot from "Home Alone"? That's a f*cking trap house
Paint cans flying, Sticky Bandits duck the f*ck out
Little bit of nostalgia, fun to remember
Knowing damn well that all y'all watched it every December
Squad's in the house, smoking something purple
You skipped me in rotation, yo dude, that's hurtful
Looking at girl's cleavage, in between hangs a cross
Hope the Lord's with me I can't handle a loss
Which direction are we turning? Our drinks need a refresher
Expected to get pussy so now we're feeling the pressure
The ground's littered with Swisher Sweet wrappers
On these college campuses, a peace of mind follows after
Ha! Get it
Yeah. Got me wondering though
When I'm up here
Do you see who I am, do you see what I'm trying to do
Or is coming out different to you
And if so, is it still beautiful
Huh, I wonder
Yo, yo, see, high school's over, tell 'em what's after
The f*ck is college to me? I'm trying to be a rapper
Never let 'em see you sweat or notice the pressure
So f*ck it, let's stunt! Who here think they fresher
Ignore the crying ambulances screaming toward the loss
Gnashing teeth over all the lines people cross
All these squad cars for one nigga? How that shit ain't hurtful
The red and blues fuse drowning silhouettes in purple
Vowed to make a change on the last day of December
But the last time I had a peace of mind I can't remember
These junkies acting bold and we can't afford to move out
Wishing that "Home Alone" was the only kind of trap house
Whoo! Yeah
Here to let you niggas know
Uh, G Styles on the track nigga
Woah, ha
Uh
And I'm ya boy Loch Brown, by the way
Yeah
So do you see me now? Now do you See me now
Or is it still open to your interpretation
I wonder. I wonder
Let me know when you know, baby
Whoo
Get it
Woah
Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to tell 'em, see
To craft a masterpiece I'd sacrifice sleep
Now, that's what an artist would do
Especially when pussy's on my mind like Georgia O'Keefe
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Aight. Huh. See?
To craft a masterpiece I'd sacrifice sleep
Now, that's what an artist would do
Especially when pussy's on my mind like Georgia O'Keefe
If you ain't get that this ain't for you, now come on
Whoo! Come on
Yeah! Alright
One time for ya mind.
Lemme throw some words at ya. Yeah
Ha ha, yo! Now understand, understand
Yeah, see, the spot from "Home Alone"? That's a f*cking trap house
Paint cans flying, Sticky Bandits duck the f*ck out
Little bit of nostalgia, fun to remember
Knowing damn well that all y'all watched it every December
Squad's in the house, smoking something purple
You skipped me in rotation, yo dude, that's hurtful
Looking at girl's cleavage, in between hangs a cross
Hope the Lord's with me I can't handle a loss
Which direction are we turning? Our drinks need a refresher
Expected to get pussy so now we're feeling the pressure
The ground's littered with Swisher Sweet wrappers
On these college campuses, a peace of mind follows after
Ha! Get it
Yeah. Got me wondering though
When I'm up here
Do you see who I am, do you see what I'm trying to do
Or is coming out different to you
And if so, is it still beautiful
Huh, I wonder
Yo, yo, see, high school's over, tell 'em what's after
The f*ck is college to me? I'm trying to be a rapper
Never let 'em see you sweat or notice the pressure
So f*ck it, let's stunt! Who here think they fresher
Ignore the crying ambulances screaming toward the loss
Gnashing teeth over all the lines people cross
All these squad cars for one nigga? How that shit ain't hurtful
The red and blues fuse drowning silhouettes in purple
Vowed to make a change on the last day of December
But the last time I had a peace of mind I can't remember
These junkies acting bold and we can't afford to move out
Wishing that "Home Alone" was the only kind of trap house
Whoo! Yeah
Here to let you niggas know
Uh, G Styles on the track nigga
Woah, ha
Uh
And I'm ya boy Loch Brown, by the way
Yeah
So do you see me now? Now do you See me now
Or is it still open to your interpretation
I wonder. I wonder
Let me know when you know, baby
Whoo
Get it
Woah
Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to tell 'em, see
To craft a masterpiece I'd sacrifice sleep
Now, that's what an artist would do
Especially when pussy's on my mind like Georgia O'Keefe
To craft a masterpiece I'd sacrifice sleep
Now, that's what an artist would do
Especially when pussy's on my mind like Georgia O'Keefe
If you ain't get that this ain't for you, now come on
Whoo! Come on
Yeah! Alright
One time for ya mind.
Lemme throw some words at ya. Yeah
Ha ha, yo! Now understand, understand
Yeah, see, the spot from "Home Alone"? That's a f*cking trap house
Paint cans flying, Sticky Bandits duck the f*ck out
Little bit of nostalgia, fun to remember
Knowing damn well that all y'all watched it every December
Squad's in the house, smoking something purple
You skipped me in rotation, yo dude, that's hurtful
Looking at girl's cleavage, in between hangs a cross
Hope the Lord's with me I can't handle a loss
Which direction are we turning? Our drinks need a refresher
Expected to get pussy so now we're feeling the pressure
The ground's littered with Swisher Sweet wrappers
On these college campuses, a peace of mind follows after
Ha! Get it
Yeah. Got me wondering though
When I'm up here
Do you see who I am, do you see what I'm trying to do
Or is coming out different to you
And if so, is it still beautiful
Huh, I wonder
Yo, yo, see, high school's over, tell 'em what's after
The f*ck is college to me? I'm trying to be a rapper
Never let 'em see you sweat or notice the pressure
So f*ck it, let's stunt! Who here think they fresher
Ignore the crying ambulances screaming toward the loss
Gnashing teeth over all the lines people cross
All these squad cars for one nigga? How that shit ain't hurtful
The red and blues fuse drowning silhouettes in purple
Vowed to make a change on the last day of December
But the last time I had a peace of mind I can't remember
These junkies acting bold and we can't afford to move out
Wishing that "Home Alone" was the only kind of trap house
Whoo! Yeah
Here to let you niggas know
Uh, G Styles on the track nigga
Woah, ha
Uh
And I'm ya boy Loch Brown, by the way
Yeah
So do you see me now? Now do you See me now
Or is it still open to your interpretation
I wonder. I wonder
Let me know when you know, baby
Whoo
Get it
Woah
Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to tell 'em, see
To craft a masterpiece I'd sacrifice sleep
Now, that's what an artist would do
Especially when pussy's on my mind like Georgia O'Keefe
Writer: Joshua Bell
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