Effortless
Diary entry, She left me
In the land of sunshine and sun shades
Frank Oceans with no waves
I don't play, oh ya don't say
I'm tired of hearing her voice fade
Over cinematic shots with Coldplay
In the background like it's Soul Train
And we all care about your low fade
And your high tops
Vans ain't for kids
It's lowgrade on the blacktop
She wants gold rings with some space rocks
And she had to, I'm mad at you
Only wish you'd sold me a half truth
I won't at you
I'd rather be spouting off facts too
Do the bad things really catch you?
Guess not, bless your heart
Don't talk at me when I pass through
Everyone else in the limousine
Throw up a finger and let me get at you
Cause I'm rad too
I'd put up another feather in my cap
If I had to, but that won't do
Cause I'm doing just great here without you
Well I'm doing okay here without you
It ain't perfect, it gets bad too
A couple of times every week
When I think that I see you
I almost go back to when
We vowed to always stay mad true
But the sad truth is
I can get by on my own if I have to
Cause I have to and
I do just fine on my own
Here without you
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
Baby it's effortless
I could care less who's next
Don't need to hear the future's bright
Cause right now's feeling excellent
You lookin' "meh" at best
I'm fly as a reverend
And getting brain on the
Ferris wheel's what I mean
When I say heads will spin
Once upon a time there was a dumb bitch
Oh you've heard this one before?
Then next chapter:
Ex-cappa on X Factor
Heads backs to my place
I nicknamed her Jetlag
Make me wanna head right to bed and
Stay till I reset that ass
Don't need game when I'm overflowing with confidence
She can ride that wave and
Partake my Gemini sack-riments
And I know what you're thinking
"I'm just trying to fill, the void that you left"
Call me President Franklin and
FDR rated Stella Groove shit
I been over you, now I'm under her, and
I wrote my truth in seven fucking words
Call you unleavened, don't knead that shit
Let me be clear, you were never my inspiration
Not even for this song, no credits or dedication
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
In the land of sunshine and sun shades
Frank Oceans with no waves
I don't play, oh ya don't say
I'm tired of hearing her voice fade
Over cinematic shots with Coldplay
In the background like it's Soul Train
And we all care about your low fade
And your high tops
Vans ain't for kids
It's lowgrade on the blacktop
She wants gold rings with some space rocks
And she had to, I'm mad at you
Only wish you'd sold me a half truth
I won't at you
I'd rather be spouting off facts too
Do the bad things really catch you?
Guess not, bless your heart
Don't talk at me when I pass through
Everyone else in the limousine
Throw up a finger and let me get at you
Cause I'm rad too
I'd put up another feather in my cap
If I had to, but that won't do
Cause I'm doing just great here without you
Well I'm doing okay here without you
It ain't perfect, it gets bad too
A couple of times every week
When I think that I see you
I almost go back to when
We vowed to always stay mad true
But the sad truth is
I can get by on my own if I have to
Cause I have to and
I do just fine on my own
Here without you
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
Baby it's effortless
I could care less who's next
Don't need to hear the future's bright
Cause right now's feeling excellent
You lookin' "meh" at best
I'm fly as a reverend
And getting brain on the
Ferris wheel's what I mean
When I say heads will spin
Once upon a time there was a dumb bitch
Oh you've heard this one before?
Then next chapter:
Ex-cappa on X Factor
Heads backs to my place
I nicknamed her Jetlag
Make me wanna head right to bed and
Stay till I reset that ass
Don't need game when I'm overflowing with confidence
She can ride that wave and
Partake my Gemini sack-riments
And I know what you're thinking
"I'm just trying to fill, the void that you left"
Call me President Franklin and
FDR rated Stella Groove shit
I been over you, now I'm under her, and
I wrote my truth in seven fucking words
Call you unleavened, don't knead that shit
Let me be clear, you were never my inspiration
Not even for this song, no credits or dedication
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
This is me getting over you and babe it's fucking effortless
Credits
Writer(s): Adrien Palmer
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