It'll All Be Over
It'll all be over
And we won't have to cry no more
Ain't no time for crying right now
I just gotta spit my mind right now
it's hard to spit the bars I write down
Stopped doing lean so put the sprite down
Wanna make it big, wanna get that crown
I don't want it later so gimme it right now
Think bout the future like what do I really want
Go to wine and dine at the finest of restaurants
Order wagyu steak with a side of extra sauce
I know what I want but what do it really cost?
I'll drop a weak track and y'all will call me trash
But then I drop a banger and y'all switch up so fast
Shits so confusing it makes me not wanna rap
Cuz whatever you do someone will call you crap
Half these motherfuckers couldn't make half a track
So do what you do and one day you'll get that plaque
It'll all be over
And we won't have to cry no more
Haven't found my own so you know I'm gon switch styles
Gonna keep going till I find my sound
Gonna keep going till they all come around
Gonna keep going till I got that crowd
Sold out arenas all around the globe
Worldwide famous, flying coast to coast
Won't disappear once I go ghost
Keep those around me, the ones I trust most
Never will I forget my day ones
They will all know, once the day comes
Never will I have lied from my tongue
Never will I forgot all our runs
As longs as there's air in my lungs
And you hear the drum go
Pum-pu-pum-pum
Let the beautiful souls lead the hum
And we won't have to cry no more
Ain't no time for crying right now
I just gotta spit my mind right now
it's hard to spit the bars I write down
Stopped doing lean so put the sprite down
Wanna make it big, wanna get that crown
I don't want it later so gimme it right now
Think bout the future like what do I really want
Go to wine and dine at the finest of restaurants
Order wagyu steak with a side of extra sauce
I know what I want but what do it really cost?
I'll drop a weak track and y'all will call me trash
But then I drop a banger and y'all switch up so fast
Shits so confusing it makes me not wanna rap
Cuz whatever you do someone will call you crap
Half these motherfuckers couldn't make half a track
So do what you do and one day you'll get that plaque
It'll all be over
And we won't have to cry no more
Haven't found my own so you know I'm gon switch styles
Gonna keep going till I find my sound
Gonna keep going till they all come around
Gonna keep going till I got that crowd
Sold out arenas all around the globe
Worldwide famous, flying coast to coast
Won't disappear once I go ghost
Keep those around me, the ones I trust most
Never will I forget my day ones
They will all know, once the day comes
Never will I have lied from my tongue
Never will I forgot all our runs
As longs as there's air in my lungs
And you hear the drum go
Pum-pu-pum-pum
Let the beautiful souls lead the hum
Credits
Writer(s): Frederik Nickø
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