Why You So Quiet
I don't say much to the fakers
They gone see me later, when shining like a laser
Everybody now feel like strangers
Ain't got much in common, unless the family's getting paper
All that pretending stop defending it
I get tunnel vision when I'm handling my business
Wish I had money in my pockets
It'd probably burn holes in my jeans
Wish it ran like a faucet
You know exactly what I mean
Hope I don't slip up, in a pine box
Tell the devil go and get lost
Matter fact he can turn and kick rocks
Then I moonwalk back to the spot
Wanna feel like NASA
Probably had jet fuel in my pampers
But I can't find no answers
No, No, Gotta find them answers
Soon as I solve this equation
We gone take off like a spaceship
Show my people that we making it
Then I'm staying low like basements
I don't say much to the fakers
They gone see me later, when shining like a laser
Everybody now feel like strangers
Ain't got much in common, unless the family's getting paper
All that pretending stop defending it
I get tunnel vision when I'm handling my business
Whole crew be too strong
Step up to us, feel the pressure, fold up like a futon
Crunched up like a crouton
Need cheddar, cheese like two ton
To the power of one hundun
Feeling like a split atom
I don't say much to the fakers
They gone see me later, when shining like a laser
Everybody now feel like strangers
Ain't got much in common, unless the family's getting paper
All that pretending stop defending it
I get tunnel vision when I'm handling my business
They gone see me later, when shining like a laser
Everybody now feel like strangers
Ain't got much in common, unless the family's getting paper
All that pretending stop defending it
I get tunnel vision when I'm handling my business
Wish I had money in my pockets
It'd probably burn holes in my jeans
Wish it ran like a faucet
You know exactly what I mean
Hope I don't slip up, in a pine box
Tell the devil go and get lost
Matter fact he can turn and kick rocks
Then I moonwalk back to the spot
Wanna feel like NASA
Probably had jet fuel in my pampers
But I can't find no answers
No, No, Gotta find them answers
Soon as I solve this equation
We gone take off like a spaceship
Show my people that we making it
Then I'm staying low like basements
I don't say much to the fakers
They gone see me later, when shining like a laser
Everybody now feel like strangers
Ain't got much in common, unless the family's getting paper
All that pretending stop defending it
I get tunnel vision when I'm handling my business
Whole crew be too strong
Step up to us, feel the pressure, fold up like a futon
Crunched up like a crouton
Need cheddar, cheese like two ton
To the power of one hundun
Feeling like a split atom
I don't say much to the fakers
They gone see me later, when shining like a laser
Everybody now feel like strangers
Ain't got much in common, unless the family's getting paper
All that pretending stop defending it
I get tunnel vision when I'm handling my business
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Writer(s): Antarius Mclain
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