- Jack Harlow Hitchcock 歌詞
- Jack Harlow
- Watching Hitch***** til I drift off
Woke up to this beat and let that shit knock
She wont give top til my ****s out
Clockwork every weekend its like tick tock
I just hit Atlanta, I got 2for with me
In the ****pit, I might just take em to Pluto with me
If Bruno hit me, we might have to **** with Mars
And they dont want to hear me sing
They told me rap those ****ing bars
Well, alright
Trust I aint forgot how to do it
I been in hibernation trying to ****ing stockpile this music
I heard the shit that yall been dropping is monotonous to me
You got a mic inside your room, well see thats not how you use it
Yall *** *ing suck
Keep your distances from me
They shouldve warned
Yall dont be ****ing with that kid from Kentucky
I know some hipsters in my city, wont admit that they love me
Cause back when they were my age
They wasnt shit except ugly
Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone
Standing here thinking how we gonna blow
She got the manicured fingers with the butt that go
With her jeans, fitted, yeah she covered in Atlanta snow
And as for me, Im just a young one
Walking, talking hundreds motions with her bout a hundred flows
Ive been trying to find the next step
To make my best friends rich
And you been sitting round wondering if the blunt is rolled
Yall come and go with them 20-minute dreams
Blown away by a coincidence and wonder what it means
Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read
Like the universe gon have my back in 2017
You aint bout shit
Feeling like Im Reggie Miller down six
Doing 90 looking out for undercover Crown Vics
Flying out the city, paying zero dollars round trip
Saw her take a picture of me told her take it down quick
***** Im from the Lou
And they know me when they see me
Ever since I was in school
I should shout out to my father
Know they peep me handle business
All you really gotta know is I get it from that dude
Shooting from the Nazareth
We shooting for that platinum hit
Its Jack from out the Highlands
Going stupid on these tracks again
Im moving with a pack of kids and supervising acid trips
Rappers getting worse I think they using too much Actavis
Its cool though
Im just a guest inside the house
Of a culture that aint mine
And Im just blessed to be around
These kids be talking bout whats trash
Man I swear that yall got some nerve
How you gon be most opinionated from the suburbs
I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown
With the windows down
Riding round while the stars out
In the garden now, this the wrong tree to bark down
Finally snapping on these hoes and I dont need no hard count
Damn
|
|
