prod. Jimmy Hooks

She drove all the way out to see me 
Through small island towns over bridges 
She’ll burn one, might burn some 
She know what is real and what isn’t 

Love to flash me cause she picture perfect (Photo Sound)
Love to spin around and twerk up on me (Work!)
Yeah she loved me before the money (Cash)
Stayed strong like hold ya part (Strong)
All board these trains of though (Choo)
And she throwing her hips working, (Clapping)
And her fit serving
1/1 like no-one under sun light 
1/1 like no-one under the sun light 
And you know I’m super different homie 
Got that jack sparrow bag, super slipperly at sea 
Say I’m back but I aint really leave from ya baby
Stay Cooking like a Chef gotta chef baby baby 
All the seasonings, all season yeah 
1/1 like 8, before the sunlight date
Say I’m done like wait 
I got braided, 2 braids 
& they both gone hang 
Yeah they both gone hang 
On the coast w the gang 
Just floating 
On the boat, 
Got a real wavy motion, ocean

1oOne

Intro

So this is how we do this, huh?
How many times it set the bar?
Got twelve—scratch that (old data)—
Got T Minus eight seconds (and counting),
To get em hooked—three, two, one!

Hook
Check, check. This thing on? 
You ain’t ever heard of me
But I might just sound like
Some one 
you shoulda heard
Like, 
On your first CD
Then you be one of the first 
To answer when I ask, “Remember me?”

Verse 1

I don’t come by it rightly
In fact I might just be
One to go and stop some trouble—
Wielding only the mightier pen, 
Ballpoint, still keep your distance 
I’m bursting bubbles (Pop)
I been squarer than 98 degrees
Minus eight, how’s that for taking
A simple concept, just to
Overcomplicate.
This ain’t it, how many bars I got left?
Hmm let me see,
Just a few more, we gon score 
If Beavis and Butthead can Do America  
Ima tap the 90s and that whore 
Best drugs of an era, hugs and thugs
Notorious for kicking in the doors.

Hook

You still ain’t ever heard of me
But this is me, in This song 
Hope you’ll stay, maybe even sing along.
So you remember me
Like the first time you ripped a bong
Nevermind… I don’t remember mine neither
Better yet, don’t forget, keep me on repeat
Like your first CD (or mp3), sounds so sweet.

Verse 2

My kids be wiling’, they in gymnastics class
I be smiling, when they waving like
“Hey what’s up Dad!” Hi! (This my hall pass)
Got me stretching my thumbs,
My lines too, I never wrote it quite like
The industry like me too.
First time for everything, I ain’t holding back
These training wheels got me feeling like
Discover, from no limit on Mastercard, all Black.
I’m living large but they keep declining the charge
Take ya too the bank, but I ain’t coming back.
For real though, hope you listen 
I’ve been running numbers, checking the math
If I reach a billion plays,
I can finally leave my Aunt’s
And I ain’t never going back!

Hook

Check, check. This thing on? 
You still here? Do you think
I sound just like Some one 
You never heard, 
But wish you knew?
I be streaming angels and demons
Call me Dan Brown, the way 
I be stacking papers
Oh and made a novel too

Outro

But this just the gateway
Just had to let the words free
Like a reverse rebate
Keep playing it back
The more that I speak
The more we all breathe

D3 ft p3 - old ways

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