I Don't Mind
Don't give em time to breathe
You're gonna have to get through me
What you can't see, I can see
Everything I do is handsomely
Living so good it's fantasy
Everything I touch magically
Sounding so good it's symphony
Calling me Bohem' Rhapsody
Actually, I'm so sweet a cavity
Address me as your majesty
Her booty fat and naturally
It's messing with my sanity
Ou man, the way she moving, god damn
She said, "Get with the program"
I knock that shit like a grand slam
Yeah, I knock it down, I might drown
Is ya parents round? Give me crown
Not a clown, go check the account
I might bounce, fuck this
You're fucking up my focus
You thought I wouldn't notice?
Disappear Hocus Pocus, I go ghost
I do the most, and yes I boast
And I don't post, and I'm the GOAT
From coast to coast, said I'm too cold
Go grab ya coat, said
Vincent Van Gogh with the words I say
Cooking this up like Bobby Flay
Shoot my shot calling me Klay
My life's been so black and grey, but
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
I've been so low I think that the devil want me
Please don't let him touch me
When it's my time to go, I'll go
I'll pick up the phone like, "What's up lil bitch?"
Why you tryna end this shit?
Why you tryna kill the fun?
I'm the daddy you're the son
When you see this better run
Wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait
Ice in my veins like I'm D-Lo
I'm hitting a high note like CeeLo
I'm higher than high, only see sky
Yeah your top rapper I'm passing them by
And I don't say bye
I'm slick and cold with the shoulder
Keep my shit tucked in a holster
Never be bragging or boasting
Never complacent no coasting
Never need bitches no hoes in here
Keep getting jet lagged when I steer
Don't see nobody in the rear view, chill dude
Chilling with your bitch and we're nude
"That's rude dude"
Acting like I give a fuck
Calling me a son of a
Baby running out of luck
Baby want a tummy tuck
Baby want a tummy tuck
Baby wanna look like Kim K
Baby wanna blow like Pompeii
Beat the pussy up need Band-Aid
Better yet call First-Aid aye
Fuck it, I'm switching the subject
I don't give a fuck about silly discussions
I keep it in private, I'm never in public
My boys keep it going and
Your boys is slowing your money
Listen to your shit and we think it's funny
Kinda sad in a way go get some money
Boy know your worth and don't listen to dummies
Boy know your worth and don't listen to dummies
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
You're gonna have to get through me
What you can't see, I can see
Everything I do is handsomely
Living so good it's fantasy
Everything I touch magically
Sounding so good it's symphony
Calling me Bohem' Rhapsody
Actually, I'm so sweet a cavity
Address me as your majesty
Her booty fat and naturally
It's messing with my sanity
Ou man, the way she moving, god damn
She said, "Get with the program"
I knock that shit like a grand slam
Yeah, I knock it down, I might drown
Is ya parents round? Give me crown
Not a clown, go check the account
I might bounce, fuck this
You're fucking up my focus
You thought I wouldn't notice?
Disappear Hocus Pocus, I go ghost
I do the most, and yes I boast
And I don't post, and I'm the GOAT
From coast to coast, said I'm too cold
Go grab ya coat, said
Vincent Van Gogh with the words I say
Cooking this up like Bobby Flay
Shoot my shot calling me Klay
My life's been so black and grey, but
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
I've been so low I think that the devil want me
Please don't let him touch me
When it's my time to go, I'll go
I'll pick up the phone like, "What's up lil bitch?"
Why you tryna end this shit?
Why you tryna kill the fun?
I'm the daddy you're the son
When you see this better run
Wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait
Ice in my veins like I'm D-Lo
I'm hitting a high note like CeeLo
I'm higher than high, only see sky
Yeah your top rapper I'm passing them by
And I don't say bye
I'm slick and cold with the shoulder
Keep my shit tucked in a holster
Never be bragging or boasting
Never complacent no coasting
Never need bitches no hoes in here
Keep getting jet lagged when I steer
Don't see nobody in the rear view, chill dude
Chilling with your bitch and we're nude
"That's rude dude"
Acting like I give a fuck
Calling me a son of a
Baby running out of luck
Baby want a tummy tuck
Baby want a tummy tuck
Baby wanna look like Kim K
Baby wanna blow like Pompeii
Beat the pussy up need Band-Aid
Better yet call First-Aid aye
Fuck it, I'm switching the subject
I don't give a fuck about silly discussions
I keep it in private, I'm never in public
My boys keep it going and
Your boys is slowing your money
Listen to your shit and we think it's funny
Kinda sad in a way go get some money
Boy know your worth and don't listen to dummies
Boy know your worth and don't listen to dummies
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
I don't mind
I just vibe
On a ride
Through the sky
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Rickard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 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.