Don't know why
And I don't know why
Look around, and hold it down
Keep an ear out for the sirens
Cause I really hate the sound
I'm on a cloud, not on the ground
And they been mad at 'em
But I don't know why
I said I don't know why
Yeah, they been mad at him
But I don't know why
I said I don't know why
Cause they been mad at him
But I don't know why
No I don't know why
Said I don't know why
No I don't know why
Swear they been mad at him
But I don't know why
But look around
You don't know why
But look around
He don't know why
But look around
She don't know why
But look around
Damn, just look around
Like Saint, Saint, Saint Jamez
This is my planet so get out the way
Bitch I'm a pirate now walk off the plank
Move like a soldier but don't gotta tank
Stupid ass hoe bet you huffing on paint
And this ain't Jumanji but I live for the game
This ain't Jumanji but I live for the game
I wish I could go back before I wrote those raps
They don't know no facts
They don't teach that in class
Don't ask me why I'm acting bad
I just sit back and look around
I'm satisfied with that
So look around, and hold it down
Keep an ear out for the sirens
Cause I really hate the sound
I'm on a cloud, not on the ground
And they been mad at 'em
But I don't know why
Don't know why
Been mad at him but I don't know why
Look around, and hold it down
Keep an ear out for the sirens
Cause I really hate the sound
I'm on a cloud, not on the ground
And they been mad at 'em
But I don't know why
I said I don't know why
Yeah, they been mad at him
But I don't know why
I said I don't know why
Cause they been mad at him
But I don't know why
No I don't know why
Said I don't know why
No I don't know why
Swear they been mad at him
But I don't know why
But look around
You don't know why
But look around
He don't know why
But look around
She don't know why
But look around
Damn, just look around
Like Saint, Saint, Saint Jamez
This is my planet so get out the way
Bitch I'm a pirate now walk off the plank
Move like a soldier but don't gotta tank
Stupid ass hoe bet you huffing on paint
And this ain't Jumanji but I live for the game
This ain't Jumanji but I live for the game
I wish I could go back before I wrote those raps
They don't know no facts
They don't teach that in class
Don't ask me why I'm acting bad
I just sit back and look around
I'm satisfied with that
So look around, and hold it down
Keep an ear out for the sirens
Cause I really hate the sound
I'm on a cloud, not on the ground
And they been mad at 'em
But I don't know why
Don't know why
Been mad at him but I don't know why
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Harris
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