PHOENIX/TANGERINE
2, 3, 4
I'm a phoenix let me fly, yuh
Ashes in a pile, yuh
I'ma bring flexing back, it's going out of style, yuh
Let me spread my wings, I'm a god, a messiah
I've been born again, I belong in the sky, yuh
Purpose, purpose, your life has purpose
Don't jump off that stool until you've heard this
All your dreams and goals deeper than the surface
You gon' work hard and all the spoils you deserve it
I was 15 up at night writing verses (ok)
Trying to live up to ***, living uncertain (yeah)
Thinking bout quitting chords and going into service
University is not for me, I'm a wordsmith
Don't let 'em tell you boy that you ain't perfect
That you ain't perfect
Boy you know you worth it
Fucking up the game so hard you feel the cervix
A phoenix from the ashes
You gon' rise, don't be nervous
I just took a big W, Louisiana Purchase (ok)
Feel these niggas hurting (yeah)
Oh, I know they hurting
Too white for the black kids, I'm a sub-urban
It's a fucking wrap like my nigga with the turban
I'm a phoenix let me fly, yuh
Ashes in a pile, yuh
I'ma bring flexing back, it's going out of style, yuh
Let me spread my wings, I'm a god, a messiah
I've been born again, I belong in the sky, yuh
Don't try to change who you are (yeah)
All the lames follow trends, you gon' set the bar (I said)
Set yourself apart (I said)
Set yourself apart (say it!)
You the main character, you an oligarch (woo)
I'm a phoenix let me fly, yuh
Ashes in a pile, yuh
I'ma bring flexing back, it's going out of style, yuh (going out)
Let me spread my wings, I'm a god, a messiah
I've been born again, I belong in the sky, yuh
Niggas competition, when I spit I close my eyes, yuh
My shit hits number one, why y'all acting so surprised, yuh
I make gas, y'all make trash, man that shit should be a crime, yuh
(That shit should be a crime, yuh)
It should be a crime
And the beat's so sick, I put on my fucking mask, yuh
I'ma mask up, put on my own mask
I just bang with the gang (aye, yeah, yeah)
Got my boys and Eli, yuh
And Eli, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
You know I don't lie, yuh
Need a verse, sent a text, now I'm waiting for reply, yuh
For reply yuh, waiting for reply, yuh
Aye, what? I'm in my motherfucking bag (yeah)
What the fuck? (we chilling, aye, we chilling)
What the fuck? Aye (we chilling, we chilling)
Turn me up, turn me up
Yuh, ayo (listen)
Tangerine, tangerine
I'm so sweet like tangerine
They're so scared when I'm on the scene
I'm making that bank I'm making that green (aye, aye, aye)
Said tangerine, tangerine
I'm so sweet like tangerine
Living life like it's fantasy
S&P was destiny (paper, paper)
Yuh (bitch, bitch)
Yessir (yuh, yuh) (paper)
Your girl wanna choose me (what)
Said you looking goofy (what)
Saw her in a two-piece (oh, yeah)
That ass with them boobies (yuh, ok)
Really? (whoa, yeah really)
Yuh, yuh (oh)
Oh (really?)
What, yeah, what (yeah, yeah)
Call me tangerine cuz I'm a cutie (oh)
Getting booty my duty (what)
You want smoke, nigga, sue me (what)
I'll slurp you up like a smoothie (slurp you up like a-) (aye)
Tangerine cuz I'm a cutie (yuh, yuh)
Getting booty my duty, aye
I live life like a movie (aye, yeah you do, what)
Got the rights, you can't sue me (aye)
Sweet like tangerine, I'm so sweet like tangerine
(Aye) Aye, yuh (yuh)
(It's what?) Hit my-
Hit my two-step (aye, oh, aye)
Hit my two-step (hit that two-step)
Oh, really? (oh, really?)
Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
I trapped in the bando
She switched up Nintendo
Your girl? She my friend though (oh, yeah)
She reached for my billfold (reached for my billfold)
I said nah, this the spot
And we chilling, all this playing
You must stop
And this other girl, she hit my watch
Her digits all up in my clock
Aye, yuh, what I say, aye (yeah, yeah)
On my clock, I said, aye, I'm a cutie, I'm a tangerine (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't mixing this shit (oh, really? you a bitch)
Yeah, I'm not mixing this (what, what)
I'm not mixing this shit, no (oh shit)
I'm not mixing this shit (you a bitch, you a bitch)
Aye, he cut the vocals (cuz you a bitch)
I'm not on beat cuz there's no metronome, bitch (cuz you a-, you a bitch, aye, bitch)
What, you a what?
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, what, yuh, aye
Aye, the bag's not gonna chase itself
I'm a phoenix let me fly, yuh
Ashes in a pile, yuh
I'ma bring flexing back, it's going out of style, yuh
Let me spread my wings, I'm a god, a messiah
I've been born again, I belong in the sky, yuh
Purpose, purpose, your life has purpose
Don't jump off that stool until you've heard this
All your dreams and goals deeper than the surface
You gon' work hard and all the spoils you deserve it
I was 15 up at night writing verses (ok)
Trying to live up to ***, living uncertain (yeah)
Thinking bout quitting chords and going into service
University is not for me, I'm a wordsmith
Don't let 'em tell you boy that you ain't perfect
That you ain't perfect
Boy you know you worth it
Fucking up the game so hard you feel the cervix
A phoenix from the ashes
You gon' rise, don't be nervous
I just took a big W, Louisiana Purchase (ok)
Feel these niggas hurting (yeah)
Oh, I know they hurting
Too white for the black kids, I'm a sub-urban
It's a fucking wrap like my nigga with the turban
I'm a phoenix let me fly, yuh
Ashes in a pile, yuh
I'ma bring flexing back, it's going out of style, yuh
Let me spread my wings, I'm a god, a messiah
I've been born again, I belong in the sky, yuh
Don't try to change who you are (yeah)
All the lames follow trends, you gon' set the bar (I said)
Set yourself apart (I said)
Set yourself apart (say it!)
You the main character, you an oligarch (woo)
I'm a phoenix let me fly, yuh
Ashes in a pile, yuh
I'ma bring flexing back, it's going out of style, yuh (going out)
Let me spread my wings, I'm a god, a messiah
I've been born again, I belong in the sky, yuh
Niggas competition, when I spit I close my eyes, yuh
My shit hits number one, why y'all acting so surprised, yuh
I make gas, y'all make trash, man that shit should be a crime, yuh
(That shit should be a crime, yuh)
It should be a crime
And the beat's so sick, I put on my fucking mask, yuh
I'ma mask up, put on my own mask
I just bang with the gang (aye, yeah, yeah)
Got my boys and Eli, yuh
And Eli, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh)
You know I don't lie, yuh
Need a verse, sent a text, now I'm waiting for reply, yuh
For reply yuh, waiting for reply, yuh
Aye, what? I'm in my motherfucking bag (yeah)
What the fuck? (we chilling, aye, we chilling)
What the fuck? Aye (we chilling, we chilling)
Turn me up, turn me up
Yuh, ayo (listen)
Tangerine, tangerine
I'm so sweet like tangerine
They're so scared when I'm on the scene
I'm making that bank I'm making that green (aye, aye, aye)
Said tangerine, tangerine
I'm so sweet like tangerine
Living life like it's fantasy
S&P was destiny (paper, paper)
Yuh (bitch, bitch)
Yessir (yuh, yuh) (paper)
Your girl wanna choose me (what)
Said you looking goofy (what)
Saw her in a two-piece (oh, yeah)
That ass with them boobies (yuh, ok)
Really? (whoa, yeah really)
Yuh, yuh (oh)
Oh (really?)
What, yeah, what (yeah, yeah)
Call me tangerine cuz I'm a cutie (oh)
Getting booty my duty (what)
You want smoke, nigga, sue me (what)
I'll slurp you up like a smoothie (slurp you up like a-) (aye)
Tangerine cuz I'm a cutie (yuh, yuh)
Getting booty my duty, aye
I live life like a movie (aye, yeah you do, what)
Got the rights, you can't sue me (aye)
Sweet like tangerine, I'm so sweet like tangerine
(Aye) Aye, yuh (yuh)
(It's what?) Hit my-
Hit my two-step (aye, oh, aye)
Hit my two-step (hit that two-step)
Oh, really? (oh, really?)
Oh, yeah (oh, yeah)
I trapped in the bando
She switched up Nintendo
Your girl? She my friend though (oh, yeah)
She reached for my billfold (reached for my billfold)
I said nah, this the spot
And we chilling, all this playing
You must stop
And this other girl, she hit my watch
Her digits all up in my clock
Aye, yuh, what I say, aye (yeah, yeah)
On my clock, I said, aye, I'm a cutie, I'm a tangerine (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I ain't mixing this shit (oh, really? you a bitch)
Yeah, I'm not mixing this (what, what)
I'm not mixing this shit, no (oh shit)
I'm not mixing this shit (you a bitch, you a bitch)
Aye, he cut the vocals (cuz you a bitch)
I'm not on beat cuz there's no metronome, bitch (cuz you a-, you a bitch, aye, bitch)
What, you a what?
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, what, yuh, aye
Aye, the bag's not gonna chase itself
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Writer(s): Brandon Kennedy
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