Hop outta bed
Hit em with the 2-5-1
Them chords are f*cking gorgeous
Y'all never knew you heard em
How comme these garçons wanna act cool when they ain't son
I'm the big mac
You the small fry
I'm the big man
You wanna ask why
I'm starting out, got a bit of momentum
With the flow better
I bet you marvel at the way I spit venom
Making moves, real easy like with the U-Haul
Make it look like child's play
With the old doll
Why the f*ck am I concerned with impressing my peers?
When it seems their ears are glued shut and wouldn't hear
What I'm cooking and whipping up on my own shit
I could've worked on Polo Jeans, you wouldn't notice
So I'm moving in the dark
I talk hard
Saving up for new guitars
We just dreaming for the most part
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Hop outta bed
Hit em with the 2-5-1
Them chords are f*cking gorgeous
Y'all never knew you heard em
How comme these garçons wanna act cool when they ain't son
I'm the big mac
You the small fry
I'm the big man
You wanna ask why
I'm starting out, got a bit of momentum
With the flow better
I bet you marvel at the way I spit venom
Making moves, real easy like with the U-Haul
Make it look like child's play
With the old doll
Why the f*ck am I concerned with impressing my peers?
When it seems their ears are glued shut and wouldn't hear
What I'm cooking and whipping up on my own shit
I could've worked on Polo Jeans, you wouldn't notice
So I'm moving in the dark
I talk hard
Saving up for new guitars
We just dreaming for the most part
Hit em with the 2-5-1
Them chords are f*cking gorgeous
Y'all never knew you heard em
How comme these garçons wanna act cool when they ain't son
I'm the big mac
You the small fry
I'm the big man
You wanna ask why
I'm starting out, got a bit of momentum
With the flow better
I bet you marvel at the way I spit venom
Making moves, real easy like with the U-Haul
Make it look like child's play
With the old doll
Why the f*ck am I concerned with impressing my peers?
When it seems their ears are glued shut and wouldn't hear
What I'm cooking and whipping up on my own shit
I could've worked on Polo Jeans, you wouldn't notice
So I'm moving in the dark
I talk hard
Saving up for new guitars
We just dreaming for the most part
Writer: Jaime Lobo, Jose Prado
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