Mr.Whoeveryouwantmetobe
Damn
You really showed up
You know
I've been going through a lot lately
As we all have for real
Quarter life crisis shit
Pandemic
Bad bitches giving me more
Headaches than head
I've been getting a bag
And fucking it up
Sometimes I even wonder
If I should've just listened to my mom
And just went to grad school
And strive to live a normal life
I guess we'll never know
until its all said and done
This not no
Oh you only listen to Wavy
At night or when you're driving in the car
I'm iconic I'm ignant man
I'm genre bending I'm fierce man
But anyways this that
Mr whoever you want me to be freestyle
You know its four twenty-five a.m. on Sunday morning
Lets rock
let me slow it down
At the strip club and it's pouring now
She a bad bitch
But she's annoying now
Keep pestering me
Cause we ain't going out
In the crib so I'm finna blow your back out
I'm the man so you know I'm finna show out
I'm the type of man
You wanna show off
Sneak a pic just to show that we going out
I'm the type to put you on an interlude
Want the one on one
You can save the nudes
You can leave it for the boy
I mean he's your dude
And the one that's dealing with your attitude
From the star player to the bench
I'm wylinnnn excuse my French
Blowing trees in the woods with Dench
Wasting endless time getting bent
Stressing over bills and the rent
And the American dream we resent
Fuck it all
You really showed up
You know
I've been going through a lot lately
As we all have for real
Quarter life crisis shit
Pandemic
Bad bitches giving me more
Headaches than head
I've been getting a bag
And fucking it up
Sometimes I even wonder
If I should've just listened to my mom
And just went to grad school
And strive to live a normal life
I guess we'll never know
until its all said and done
This not no
Oh you only listen to Wavy
At night or when you're driving in the car
I'm iconic I'm ignant man
I'm genre bending I'm fierce man
But anyways this that
Mr whoever you want me to be freestyle
You know its four twenty-five a.m. on Sunday morning
Lets rock
let me slow it down
At the strip club and it's pouring now
She a bad bitch
But she's annoying now
Keep pestering me
Cause we ain't going out
In the crib so I'm finna blow your back out
I'm the man so you know I'm finna show out
I'm the type of man
You wanna show off
Sneak a pic just to show that we going out
I'm the type to put you on an interlude
Want the one on one
You can save the nudes
You can leave it for the boy
I mean he's your dude
And the one that's dealing with your attitude
From the star player to the bench
I'm wylinnnn excuse my French
Blowing trees in the woods with Dench
Wasting endless time getting bent
Stressing over bills and the rent
And the American dream we resent
Fuck it all
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Writer(s): David Thomas
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