Avant-Garde
Busy bee, finding peace in a schedule
Silly goose, I am me, you can't ridicule
Trynna act like you past, but you regular
Still attached, on my ass, can't get rid of you
Lovestruck, bossed up, and I guess you just
Mad, huh? Shorty pressed he ain't feeling her
Too bad, so sad, what's that got to do with me?
I'm going hard in the stu', drop a couple of bands
You going hard for a dude that ain't even your man
Diff' between me and you is just too substantial
To get into
I mean, yeah, yeah, I make it look simple
Man of God, but I'll have him thinking all sinful
Oh my God, I would think you'd be a bit tasteful
If you trynna imitate, how you still hateful?
Oh, 'cause
You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde
Yeah, I move fast, getting that bag
I don't get mad, I just get back
Champagne bubbling, chugging it
If he stuck in it, chill, I'm succulent
You dickridin' and I cannot see the fun in it
That's why I'm popping off while you plummeting
That's why I'm getting calls while you summonin'—summoning
*ring*
Hello???
Weirdos think I want something when I'm showing love
But I'm really 'bout to run shit, what you scared of?
Worried 'bout mans, I'm just worried 'bout bands
If you a lame bih, then that's out of my hands
Yeah, you a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde
Silly goose, I am me, you can't ridicule
Trynna act like you past, but you regular
Still attached, on my ass, can't get rid of you
Lovestruck, bossed up, and I guess you just
Mad, huh? Shorty pressed he ain't feeling her
Too bad, so sad, what's that got to do with me?
I'm going hard in the stu', drop a couple of bands
You going hard for a dude that ain't even your man
Diff' between me and you is just too substantial
To get into
I mean, yeah, yeah, I make it look simple
Man of God, but I'll have him thinking all sinful
Oh my God, I would think you'd be a bit tasteful
If you trynna imitate, how you still hateful?
Oh, 'cause
You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde
Yeah, I move fast, getting that bag
I don't get mad, I just get back
Champagne bubbling, chugging it
If he stuck in it, chill, I'm succulent
You dickridin' and I cannot see the fun in it
That's why I'm popping off while you plummeting
That's why I'm getting calls while you summonin'—summoning
*ring*
Hello???
Weirdos think I want something when I'm showing love
But I'm really 'bout to run shit, what you scared of?
Worried 'bout mans, I'm just worried 'bout bands
If you a lame bih, then that's out of my hands
Yeah, you a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
You a cornball and I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
Thought you all cash, but you fucking with a star, yeah
Thought you all class, really caught me off-guard, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde, yeah
I'm avant-garde, yeah, I'm avant-garde
Credits
Writer(s): Dounia Tazi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.