Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Paul
Songwriter
Lyrics
New England weather is all I got in my memory
All my life invested in living successfully
I still let it get to me
Shit don't make sense to me
Refreshing as it is, I get more out of Dermot Kennedy
There better be amenities
There better be someone to match my energy like Jenavie
Every week I'm learning something new about an NFT
And Christian even told me to only go for who checking me
Even if i cut out the past and decide to let it be
The kid be dolo, I'm a solo star
I hate that I'm living over par
Used to pride myself for playing in the game
And now we turning up in lowered cars
'Cause we know it's ours
But still they won't ever see up where I could hold the bar
Soon as I get it I go
Depreciation of your baby's sweet innocent soul
Nobody clapping yet, so why would I finish the show?
Why would I give you control?
I need a clean soul when all of this is said and done
And make sure all my homies out here get enough
I don't even need to gas 'em, I just let 'em up
Vito he just leveled up, Kidcalc leveled up
We don't really see 'em picking anyone instead of us
There's some things I don't address enough
Like how they focus on your flaws when they said it's love
It's easier said than done
As we're growing the root of evil is testing us
Somebody sanctify me
I put the bank behind me
I get defiant whenever the i put drank inside me
Hard for me to take it light when I put the thanks behind me
With all of this smoke blowing and all of this pocket watching
It's hard for me not to stop it
Hard for me to listen back and act like I'm not gon' drop it
Please, dawg let me stay on the topic
I know I lost some potential hits that just end up deleted
Told you i don't concede then you went and you said I'm conceded
Need a playoff run every season
Baby throwing shade but I'll never receive it
So you better come correct if they letting you meet him
'Cause it must be fun to watch but it's better to be him
All of your posts are deleted
In hopes you get closer to heaven, how are we supposed to even?
And just like a cover story on Newsweek, her body covered loosely
One thing about me is I'm playing the two three
And for your consideration I been on that new scene
You can't outcompete me that is unless you the KoolGenius
Either this is a loose leaf or the head-top
The bars are tight enough to make your bed rock
Might try out my chances with a red fox
The saying goes, you only as good as your next shot
Alright
When I get it, I'mma park it on Swasey
SMH, I'm the SMA baby
It's on purpose when I put your name in HD
Lately it's tape after tape, feel like Tae Beast
Club going what?
Yeah, someone should teach you how say please
Crazy how you get away with Macy's
You the type to ball on a budget
Designer, you thrifted it and the coat from you brother
I kinda been on and I got a feeling you love it
Ever hear of a lear?
And if not I'm 'bout to get something as high as one of them
And if we talking about hits, well then we talking 'bout this
It's plenty more where that's from, I got a ton of them
So while you spilling out hate, I'm tryna fill up my plate
I got a lot to debate, you like a son to me
I'll make sure next time we cross, I got your family's future in the front-left pocket of these dungarees
I'm convinced I'm the son of Ceasar, the way they back-stabbing me, so many times, 23
Come and see the second coming of Jordan minus the bad press and all the negative subtleties
Jeez, like I'm Gilgeous-Alexander
Every outing is a bit too hot to handle
They no longer have a horse in this one
But of course it's the off the record
Fill my calendar and stop negotiations
Way too much attention, I forgot to mention
Lost my heart pretending, I was really 'bout to return the favor
Lenny 'bout to roll a book and we'll burn it later after reading
Had to be this nasty on my own beat so my exes feel that 'had me' feeling
Glad I found a Padmé Amidala whose glad I'm healing
Bad enough I've gone out sad too many times
I've had to deal with consequence, my actions never had a reason
When I tell her dad the key's in the door of the Eastate
It's a fact of me seeing the other side of humility but I'm bad at reading
You a tad deceiving
Almost actually been the type you had to feed into
But I know
Rose to prominence, my flower of choice is TBD
Whatever garnish ends up atop my cup when I'm dining up at Grotto
I'm fine without a follow
And she's wining 'bout the bottle as she's looking like one
Had her list off her regrets and she couldn't write one
She a girl-next-door and she took it like one
Should sit and eat beside the chef 'cause I'm cooking like one
Blat!
Writer(s): Jason Paul
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