Not A Theme Song

Turn me up.
Turn up.
Yeah.
Oooo...
Relax. Woosah.
Think.
Relax. Woosah.
Think.
Relax. Woosah.
Yall got it, yet? Iight.
Think.
Relax. Woosah.
Lean back. Screwed side
of Houston. FAN Kluhb
Show you how to do it right.
Who am I? (Hodges hoe, muhfucka!)
Yall niggas know the name. (Hodges hoe)
But you don't know me man. (Hodges hoe)
I'll say that one mo gain (Nope)
When the cameras on.
Got damn I'm gone.
My niggas backing me.
Finally came down
Off this big ass sac of weed
Called the EP.
Now it's time to relax in peace.
Please
What you worried bout
The future and now for? (For, for, for)
We can handle this
We ain't got no muhfuckin problems (No, no, no)
We can handle it
Mano y Romano
Corky muhfuckas
A waste of my fuckin time tho
Everywhere that I go
Ain't nothing new
Tryna be cool
With a bunch of fools
Just wouldn't do.
Ain't that the truth.
But still, I tried to prove.
Like, what I got to lose?
Just wanna cruise time.
Like Tom Cruise,
Mixtape Impossible
Cuz every nigga got the flow
And every nigga bouta blow
Every nigga should stop it tho
And you can tell every nigga
They bout fail
At everything, nigga.
I'm ten steps
ahead of these niggas
That's why they fuck with me
Instead of these niggas.
Relax. Woosah.
Lean back. Screwed side
Of Houston. FAN Kluhb
Show you how to do it right.
Open up like suicides.
Kill yaself
If you don't open up
Ya foolish eyes.
Hop on the FAN bandwagon
It's time to ride
It's getting kind of loud
Everybody with opinions
Sit that asshole down.
We be sailing on a cloud
They trailing below.
I be stealing niggas lines
But I bet they never know
You can call it what you want.
But you know better.
You blacker than the pot
That told the kettle
"Bitch you no better"
Quit worrying bout the future and now
Yeah that's forever
And never will we choose to come down.
Whoever, whenever, however
You wanna hate
Just leave it alone.
Unless he in yo zone
Trust me, ain't no bone
Worth picking.
Just keep it calm
My nigga
Forgetting righting my wrongs
Cuz the same wrongs the one
That helped me write this song.
Get it?
Well you can tell every nigga
I'm just tryna take em there
With me, nigga.
And I ain't scared
Of these niggas.



Credits
Writer(s): Erin Quinn, William Jefferson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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