Uh, flyin' out to Sydney, class is on the bee's knees
All my doctor’s writing, you could never fuckin' read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you, I'm reminiscing
Uh, flyin' out to Sydney, class is on the bee's knees
All my doctor’s writing, you could never fuckin' read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you, I'm reminiscing
Fuck your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal, your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin' shit, I turned it to the me show
An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you're Nemo
[Verse 1]
I can't stress, I can never stress
I started caring less and, man, I'm feeling the effects
I made myself too proud too many times to feel regrets
Got the shiny Rollie, bitch, I’m taking my time to reflect
Like, you ain't my commodity, no, it ain't too hard to see
I can't wait for you to say some shit that ain't involvin' me
I've been home and makin' money calls right from my balcony
Shit, I don't care what anybody say long as I'm proud of me
Cause I came from my bedroom to the motherfuckin' stage
Talked to God the other day, I told him, "Look at what you made"
It's a championship, I'm gettin' seven rings in seven days
Your career just like a emo kid, it's just a fuckin' phase, man
[Pre-Chorus]
And I can't wait for you to just get over it
I've been the shit for long, you just too late to notice it
Vlogging cameras, man, you do everything but focusin'
My mind on January, but you still on that October shit
[Chorus]
Uh, flyin' out to Sydney, class is on the bee's knees
All my doctor’s writing, you could never fuckin' read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you, I'm reminiscing
Fuck your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal, your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin' shit, I turned it to the me show
An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you're Nemo
[Verse 2]
Ayy, jealousy, ain't got no time for no jealousy
I'm showin' love and I ain't tryna hide it, the start of you don't mean the end of me
I hate when people just barely know me, but they act like they fucking invented me
Everybody on their scared to grow shit, I'm on my eighth metamorphoses
Man, my life can not bother me, I did this shit properly
I didn't let my problems break me, that shit fucking guided me
Talkin' 'bout you gon' do this and that, man, speak with honesty
Your life is like a movie, but the trailer's way too long to see (Ayy)
I don't write lyrics, I be writin' scriptures
My mouth is impulsive, when I talk, I never think first
I listen to Lil Wayne, his music is my English teacher
I show my love to legends, that's why I like my own pictures
[Pre-Chorus]
I do not fix my flaws, that shit's a part of me
Got different accents 'cause I'm always somewhere overseas
I'm just working hard and hope that other people notice it
Cause making goals and not accomplishing them's getting old to me
[Chorus]
Uh, flyin' out to Sydney, class is on the bee's knees
All my doctor’s writing, you could never fuckin' read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you, I'm reminiscing
Fuck your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal, your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin' shit, I turned it to the me show
An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you're Nemo
Uh, flyin' na Sydney, klasa je na pčelinje koljena
Svi moji liječnika pisanje, nikad ne bi mogao jebeni me čitaju
Samo sam imao moj rođendan i ja želio da sam mogao biti ja
Ti stara vijest, pa kad te pogledam, ja sam prisjećajući
Jebi svoj ego, slano kao neka miso
Moje džepovi na Shaquille O'Neal, vaši džepovi na DeVito
Mislili ste da ste bili runnin' sranje, pretvorio sam se u mi pokazati
Ocean pun padati, ali još uvijek izgubio baš kao da ste za Nemom
[1 redak]
Ne mogu naglasiti, nikada ne mogu stres
Počela sam brinuti manje, a čovjek, osjećam posljedice
napravio sam si previše ponosan previše puta da se osjećaju žaljenje
Imaš sjajnu Rollie, kuja, ja sam uzimajući moje vrijeme, da bi odražavala
Kao, nije moja roba, ne, to nije previše teško vidjeti
Ja ne mogu čekati za vas reći neko sranje koje nije involvin' mene
Ja sam bio kod kuće i Makin' novac pozive izravno iz mog balkona
Sranje, nije me briga što bilo tko reći dok sam ponosan na mene
Zato što sam došao iz moje sobe do jebeno fazi
Razgovarao s Bogom neki dan, rekao sam mu: „Pogledajte što je napravio”
To je prvenstvo, ja sam gettin' sedam zvoni u sedam dana
Vaša karijera baš kao emo klinac, to je samo jebena faza, čovjek
[Pre-Hor]
A ja ne mogu čekati da samo prijeći preko toga
Ja sam bio sranje dugo, samo prekasno da ga obavijesti
Vlogging kamere, čovječe, ne sve, ali focusin'
Moj um siječnja, ali još uvijek na tom sranju listopada
[Hor]
Uh, flyin' na Sydney, klasa je na pčelinje koljena
Svi moji liječnika pisanje, nikad ne bi mogao jebeni me čitaju
Samo sam imao moj rođendan i ja želio da sam mogao biti ja
Ti stara vijest, pa kad te pogledam, ja sam prisjećajući
Jebi svoj ego, slano kao neka miso
Moje džepovi na Shaquille O'Neal, vaši džepovi na DeVito
Mislili ste da ste bili runnin' sranje, pretvorio sam se u mi pokazati
Ocean pun padati, ali još uvijek izgubio baš kao da ste za Nemom
[Redak 2]
Ayy, ljubomora, ne nema vremena ni ljubomore
Ja sam showin' ljubav i ja je tryna to ne skrivaju, početak ne znači kraj mene
Mrzim kad ljudi jedva me znaju, ali oni se ponašaju kao da jebeno mi izmislili
Svatko na svom uplašena rasti sranje, ja sam na mom osmog metamorfoze
Čovječe, moj život ne može smetaju mi, ja sam ovo sranje ispravno
Nisam neka moji problemi me slomiti, to sranje jebote me vodi
Talkin' ‘bout što gon’ to i to, čovjek govori iskreno
Tvoj život je kao film, ali prikolice način previše dugo da vidi (Ayy)
Ne pišem tekstove, ja se writin' Pisma
Usta su mi se stavlja u pogon, kad govorim, ja nikad ne mislim prvi
Slušam Lil Wayne, njegova glazba je moj učitelj engleskog jezika
Ja pokazati svoju ljubav prema legendi, to je razlog zašto sam se kao vlastitim slikama
[Pre-Hor]
Ne popraviti svoje mane, to sranje je dio mene
Imaš različite naglaske jer sam uvijek negdje u inozemstvu
Ja sam samo naporno radi i nadam se da drugi ljudi to primijetiti
Uzrok tome ciljeva, a ne ostvarenju ih je sve staro za mene
[Hor]
Uh, flyin' na Sydney, klasa je na pčelinje koljena
Svi moji liječnika pisanje, nikad ne bi mogao jebeni me čitaju
Samo sam imao moj rođendan i ja želio da sam mogao biti ja
Ti stara vijest, pa kad te pogledam, ja sam prisjećajući
Jebi svoj ego, slano kao neka miso
Moje džepovi na Shaquille O'Neal, vaši džepovi na DeVito
Mislili ste da ste bili runnin' sranje, pretvorio sam se u mi pokazati
Ocean pun padati, ali još uvijek izgubio baš kao da ste za Nemom