All I Know
(Number 42, Isaac McFarland from Tri-Valley), Ha Ha!
Yeah, I know my last song had you hearin' bout' suicide
And loved ones dyin' to cancer
Now they think something wrong with me
They gon' try and figure out, go try find the answers
But it's only a song yeah, I just be writin' I'm hopin' that they understand that
I know that I belong, I ain't trying to be gone
I won't stop cuz this shit is my passion (My passion, ayy)
Yeah, just give me the mic now I'm dancin' (Dance)
'Maro lights hit you, yeah, they flashin' (Flash)
I might shift, drive, got 'em dashin' (They dash)
Runnin' with the slides caught him lackin' (Lack, ayy)
Now you know that I'm jokin', I'm cappin' (Cap!)
I'm not really one all for the action (Action)
I'ma peacekeeper, she say please keep her
But she just be causin' me damage (Ah, fuck)
All this damage she cause me it's madness (Mad)
(But) I'll admit when she's over I'm smackin' (Bad)
On her ass because that's what she's askin' (Smash)
After fucking she made me a sandwich (Ayy, ayy)
Everyone makin' time hard to manage (Whoo)
Ain't don't really got time for the plannin' (No plan)
Burn that shit up like it was some acid
Lactic build up comin' in from that lat spread (Whoo, whoo, ayy)
Yeah, never gonna quit not lazy (Nah)
These bitches trying to have my babies (They won't)
Am I ever gonna find my lady? (Don't know)
Started feelin' like the G.O.A.T., I'm Brady (G.O.A.T., hey)
Don't open them curtains don't wake me (Sheesh)
I'll remember every person that played me (Sheesh)
I remember I was doing like 80
Stop, saw and opp, "Lutter, can you tase me?" (Zap, hey!)
They like "uh huh"
"What's going on with him?"
"Uh huh, uh huh"
"What's going on with him?"
"Well, I know"
Mmm, no you don't, ayy ayy, no you don't
Yeah, I know my last song had you hearin' bout' suicide
And loved ones dyin' to cancer
Now they think something wrong with me
They gon try and figure out, go try find the answers
But it's only a song yeah, I just be writin' I'm hopin' that they understand that
I know that I belong, I ain't trying to be gone
I won't stop cuz this shit is my passion, shit, I'm all fashion
(Stop, stop the music, stop)
Bring my shit back
Get it on this take (Take!)
Hit the keys so hard need wrist tape
I be seen got my hand in a fist shape
Trying to make it, just watch, don't wish fate
Kinda wonder when I'm hard can my dick break (Snap)
Ain't nobody ever sorry for their mistakes (Nah)
Guess my comp teacher got around
I wonder how much dick did miss take? (Ooo, hey)
Hit him up, he was slumped on a shift break (Slump!)
Bro a fiend for the drugs in his intake (Fiend!)
Kinda make him like a bum, he a big fake (Bum!)
He might die at 21, (I'm) gonna dig graves (Dead, dead!)
Try to make you feel love when your shit break (Uh)
Hope that I can fix your heart when you hit play
I'ma listen to you be amazed, realize I'm behind these bars like an inmate (Shh)
Now just wait
I might give myself a heart attack
Cuz I see a hot momma, she an artifact
Imma try to play the game, use the smart attack
Balled out, I always should've been the startin' back
Put his ass in the ground, make him fumble that
I'ma push him to the dirt like a jumpin' jack
Then I'll make his brain shake, I'ma send him to the past
Make him count days with the almanac (Wait, what?)
Now everyone pray for my cousin
Cuz he still a youngin' and he going through it but treat it like nothin'
I'm hopin' that food it gon' stay in his stomach
That's something I know I be sinnin' with glutton
Fresh out the oven, you gon' see me runnin'
Servin' me beef, he gon' get a concussion
I smack him around like some drums in percussion
He shuttin' his mouth, that's the end of discussion
"What's going on with him?"
"What's going on with him?"
"Well, I know"
Mmm, no you don't, ayy ayy, no you don't
Yeah, I know my last song had you hearin' bout' suicide
And loved ones dyin' to cancer
Now they think something wrong with me
They gon try and figure out, go try find the answers
But it's only a song yeah, I just be writin' I'm hopin' that they understand that
I know that I belong, I ain't trying to be gone
I won't stop cuz this shit is my passion
Where the sax at? Get it
(Hey)
(I'm good)
(Sheesh)
(Woo!)
All that I know
All that I know
All that I
All that I know
Yeah, I know my last song had you hearin' bout' suicide
And loved ones dyin' to cancer
Now they think something wrong with me
They gon' try and figure out, go try find the answers
But it's only a song yeah, I just be writin' I'm hopin' that they understand that
I know that I belong, I ain't trying to be gone
I won't stop cuz this shit is my passion (My passion, ayy)
Yeah, just give me the mic now I'm dancin' (Dance)
'Maro lights hit you, yeah, they flashin' (Flash)
I might shift, drive, got 'em dashin' (They dash)
Runnin' with the slides caught him lackin' (Lack, ayy)
Now you know that I'm jokin', I'm cappin' (Cap!)
I'm not really one all for the action (Action)
I'ma peacekeeper, she say please keep her
But she just be causin' me damage (Ah, fuck)
All this damage she cause me it's madness (Mad)
(But) I'll admit when she's over I'm smackin' (Bad)
On her ass because that's what she's askin' (Smash)
After fucking she made me a sandwich (Ayy, ayy)
Everyone makin' time hard to manage (Whoo)
Ain't don't really got time for the plannin' (No plan)
Burn that shit up like it was some acid
Lactic build up comin' in from that lat spread (Whoo, whoo, ayy)
Yeah, never gonna quit not lazy (Nah)
These bitches trying to have my babies (They won't)
Am I ever gonna find my lady? (Don't know)
Started feelin' like the G.O.A.T., I'm Brady (G.O.A.T., hey)
Don't open them curtains don't wake me (Sheesh)
I'll remember every person that played me (Sheesh)
I remember I was doing like 80
Stop, saw and opp, "Lutter, can you tase me?" (Zap, hey!)
They like "uh huh"
"What's going on with him?"
"Uh huh, uh huh"
"What's going on with him?"
"Well, I know"
Mmm, no you don't, ayy ayy, no you don't
Yeah, I know my last song had you hearin' bout' suicide
And loved ones dyin' to cancer
Now they think something wrong with me
They gon try and figure out, go try find the answers
But it's only a song yeah, I just be writin' I'm hopin' that they understand that
I know that I belong, I ain't trying to be gone
I won't stop cuz this shit is my passion, shit, I'm all fashion
(Stop, stop the music, stop)
Bring my shit back
Get it on this take (Take!)
Hit the keys so hard need wrist tape
I be seen got my hand in a fist shape
Trying to make it, just watch, don't wish fate
Kinda wonder when I'm hard can my dick break (Snap)
Ain't nobody ever sorry for their mistakes (Nah)
Guess my comp teacher got around
I wonder how much dick did miss take? (Ooo, hey)
Hit him up, he was slumped on a shift break (Slump!)
Bro a fiend for the drugs in his intake (Fiend!)
Kinda make him like a bum, he a big fake (Bum!)
He might die at 21, (I'm) gonna dig graves (Dead, dead!)
Try to make you feel love when your shit break (Uh)
Hope that I can fix your heart when you hit play
I'ma listen to you be amazed, realize I'm behind these bars like an inmate (Shh)
Now just wait
I might give myself a heart attack
Cuz I see a hot momma, she an artifact
Imma try to play the game, use the smart attack
Balled out, I always should've been the startin' back
Put his ass in the ground, make him fumble that
I'ma push him to the dirt like a jumpin' jack
Then I'll make his brain shake, I'ma send him to the past
Make him count days with the almanac (Wait, what?)
Now everyone pray for my cousin
Cuz he still a youngin' and he going through it but treat it like nothin'
I'm hopin' that food it gon' stay in his stomach
That's something I know I be sinnin' with glutton
Fresh out the oven, you gon' see me runnin'
Servin' me beef, he gon' get a concussion
I smack him around like some drums in percussion
He shuttin' his mouth, that's the end of discussion
"What's going on with him?"
"What's going on with him?"
"Well, I know"
Mmm, no you don't, ayy ayy, no you don't
Yeah, I know my last song had you hearin' bout' suicide
And loved ones dyin' to cancer
Now they think something wrong with me
They gon try and figure out, go try find the answers
But it's only a song yeah, I just be writin' I'm hopin' that they understand that
I know that I belong, I ain't trying to be gone
I won't stop cuz this shit is my passion
Where the sax at? Get it
(Hey)
(I'm good)
(Sheesh)
(Woo!)
All that I know
All that I know
All that I
All that I know
Credits
Writer(s): Isaac Mcfarland
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