Empty Sentiments
Excuse me, who are you
Why you walking in the room like what it do
Why you rollin' through like you was in the crew
Why you askin' bout the tea, you ain't even got the brew
Why you actin' brand new
Why you walking up to me like I was really in the mood
Always talking bout the past
Why you always on my ass
See if nice guys finish last
Imma be the baddest motherluvvah out there
I need a bouncer
You wanna affiliate with this clout (Yuh)
You need a voucher
Why you wastin' your time
Better question, why you wastin' mine
Where you get the audacity in askin' me to stop my flow on a dime
You couldn't handle my ten cents, two cents is fine
Shower your mind with my thoughts, rinse, repeat, and reprise
Hallow hollering's for fake followers that'll be your demise
Realize you're offering a Corona to a stoner, boi
You ain't even got the lime (Like)
Hey, how you doin
What you doin' that dance for
Why you riding my back like a Jansport
What you likin' my rants for
What you sittin' there clappin' yo hands for
Don't even know what JD stand for
Mean I, pregame with the J, postgame with the D
Nickname is wordplay, it make rappin' easy
I'll give you daps right after I'm done pissing
No I didn't wash my hands trick, my dicks clean
All they really want, small talk and quick flings
All they really got, for yuh boi, is nothing
Sometimes I just think ya'll say things to say things
Damn yo it's so amazing
How we live in a syndacite of people who don't know how to be intimate
Where the regular etiquettes full of Empty Sentiments
Pushing pointless propositions is a problem that's prevelant
Asking for answers you find irrelavent, sh*t that I'm fed up with
The fakeness is a hard pill to swallow
When follow for follows the motto nothing ever seems legit
Surrounding yourself with strangers is something I don't get
I can tell that lifes a movie way you following the script like
Hey, how you doin
What you doin' that dance for
Why you riding my back like a Jansport
What you likin' my rants for
What you sittin' there clappin' yo hands for
Don't even know what JD stand for
Why you walking in the room like what it do
Why you rollin' through like you was in the crew
Why you askin' bout the tea, you ain't even got the brew
Why you actin' brand new
Why you walking up to me like I was really in the mood
Always talking bout the past
Why you always on my ass
See if nice guys finish last
Imma be the baddest motherluvvah out there
I need a bouncer
You wanna affiliate with this clout (Yuh)
You need a voucher
Why you wastin' your time
Better question, why you wastin' mine
Where you get the audacity in askin' me to stop my flow on a dime
You couldn't handle my ten cents, two cents is fine
Shower your mind with my thoughts, rinse, repeat, and reprise
Hallow hollering's for fake followers that'll be your demise
Realize you're offering a Corona to a stoner, boi
You ain't even got the lime (Like)
Hey, how you doin
What you doin' that dance for
Why you riding my back like a Jansport
What you likin' my rants for
What you sittin' there clappin' yo hands for
Don't even know what JD stand for
Mean I, pregame with the J, postgame with the D
Nickname is wordplay, it make rappin' easy
I'll give you daps right after I'm done pissing
No I didn't wash my hands trick, my dicks clean
All they really want, small talk and quick flings
All they really got, for yuh boi, is nothing
Sometimes I just think ya'll say things to say things
Damn yo it's so amazing
How we live in a syndacite of people who don't know how to be intimate
Where the regular etiquettes full of Empty Sentiments
Pushing pointless propositions is a problem that's prevelant
Asking for answers you find irrelavent, sh*t that I'm fed up with
The fakeness is a hard pill to swallow
When follow for follows the motto nothing ever seems legit
Surrounding yourself with strangers is something I don't get
I can tell that lifes a movie way you following the script like
Hey, how you doin
What you doin' that dance for
Why you riding my back like a Jansport
What you likin' my rants for
What you sittin' there clappin' yo hands for
Don't even know what JD stand for
Credits
Writer(s): Juandavid Garza
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