The Jam
Italian stallion, smooth like leather
I see a bad bitch and I might go get her
Like how you doin' shawty, you so cute
If you fall for me, I'll be your parachute
I'm a paradise in a pair of shoes
I got all the soul in the world, soul food
I'm gonna feed you
Make you change your attitude from I can't do that to what can't I do
Like got damn, that's the Jam!
If you looking for a mood boost, I'm the man
Got it on YouTube, waiting for the fans like hi, how are you?
Sit down, I got a plan
Make some dope shit, then make some more of that
I can't stop now I'm learning how to tap into all of my potential
I'm so influential, this is how I ride baby, this ain't a rental
I don't got time for the sentimental, so switch the flow up
I'm way too dope to waste it on goes, huh
I'd rather turn my fans into heroin fans, like how you doin'?
It's Mr. Clean!
New breed of man, mister brand new genes
My DNA is made of dreams
Making movies with yo' bitch behind the scenes
I'm too cool just check the flow, yeah
In this matrix, I write the programs
Might be the greatest, wait no
I know that
Don't gotta try, this just a slow jam
Like oh damn
Like oh damn
Woo!
Got damn!
That's the jam
If you're looking for a mood boost, I'm the man
Got it on YouTube, waiting for the fans
Like hey, how are you?
Sit down, I got a plan
Make some dope shit, then make some more of that
I can't stop now I'm learning how to tap into all of my potential
I'm so influential
This is how I ride baby, this ain't a rental
Just relax, feel the vibes
Puff, puff, pass around and get high
I'm feeling like the man tonight
So smooth, so dapper, so much love I don't got to fight
I'm like Mike Tyson, Jackson, Jordan, but I'm just me when I'm recording
Stay true to you, that's what's important
Don't copycat, the copycats are so boring
I need originality, or at least a new reality
I'm so weighed down I can barely breathe
So much stress on my chest, that's why I smoke so much weed
Whether it's packing a bong or rolling up a blunt
Got too much on my mind for me to give fuck
But now I'm online, who wanna sign me up?
Now I'm online who wanna sign me?
That's the jam right there baby, got damn!
Like oh damn
I see a bad bitch and I might go get her
Like how you doin' shawty, you so cute
If you fall for me, I'll be your parachute
I'm a paradise in a pair of shoes
I got all the soul in the world, soul food
I'm gonna feed you
Make you change your attitude from I can't do that to what can't I do
Like got damn, that's the Jam!
If you looking for a mood boost, I'm the man
Got it on YouTube, waiting for the fans like hi, how are you?
Sit down, I got a plan
Make some dope shit, then make some more of that
I can't stop now I'm learning how to tap into all of my potential
I'm so influential, this is how I ride baby, this ain't a rental
I don't got time for the sentimental, so switch the flow up
I'm way too dope to waste it on goes, huh
I'd rather turn my fans into heroin fans, like how you doin'?
It's Mr. Clean!
New breed of man, mister brand new genes
My DNA is made of dreams
Making movies with yo' bitch behind the scenes
I'm too cool just check the flow, yeah
In this matrix, I write the programs
Might be the greatest, wait no
I know that
Don't gotta try, this just a slow jam
Like oh damn
Like oh damn
Woo!
Got damn!
That's the jam
If you're looking for a mood boost, I'm the man
Got it on YouTube, waiting for the fans
Like hey, how are you?
Sit down, I got a plan
Make some dope shit, then make some more of that
I can't stop now I'm learning how to tap into all of my potential
I'm so influential
This is how I ride baby, this ain't a rental
Just relax, feel the vibes
Puff, puff, pass around and get high
I'm feeling like the man tonight
So smooth, so dapper, so much love I don't got to fight
I'm like Mike Tyson, Jackson, Jordan, but I'm just me when I'm recording
Stay true to you, that's what's important
Don't copycat, the copycats are so boring
I need originality, or at least a new reality
I'm so weighed down I can barely breathe
So much stress on my chest, that's why I smoke so much weed
Whether it's packing a bong or rolling up a blunt
Got too much on my mind for me to give fuck
But now I'm online, who wanna sign me up?
Now I'm online who wanna sign me?
That's the jam right there baby, got damn!
Like oh damn
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Dezoma
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