Distance

Walk in the lobby like I got a billy
I'm not a saint

Keep your distance, this no melee
Got to watch out for yourself in the P3
I rock ingenius, I don't wear amiri
Walk in the lobby like I got a billy
I'm not a saint, don't care 'bout your feelings
Stop the complaining, it's none of my interest
Fuck what you're saying, ain't talking 'bout business
Out of my way, I'm indifferent

I'm not the innocent man that you knew
I don't explain nothing, no time for discussion
Bitch I don't respect a taboo
My presence is valuable
The bigger the racks, the bigger the bounty
I made a decision, feel different about it
The speakers are banging, your bitch is the loudest
Been looking for wisdom now listen, I found it
Fuck your philosophy, know what to do
Exploit if I win, explore if I loose
Couldn't care less if you tell me to do shit
Say you're the baddest love, you need to prove it
Stop all that who's who, B you're being intrusive
No information for you, love
Shit ain't no blue's clues and the circle exclusive
high and elusive

Keep your distance, this no melee
Got to watch out for yourself in the P3
I rock ingenius, I don't wear amiri
Walk in the lobby like I got a billy

Baby I don't want to talk 'bout myself
Curious, switch your tone, I can tell
Private, cozy, primal, EP
Meditate, my whole mood just ice shelf
Big thoughts I'm entertaining
Watch your back, wings of an angel
Appreciate love, stop complaining
Playing games of imitation
So many faces, whole lot of fake shit
Got to take care of your guard
High expectations, gotta keep racing
Until you're back at the start, love
Inspiration like Jane Birkin
Show my interest, you deserve it
Shoutout Franklin, I'm reserved
I keep my distance

Keep your distance, this no melee
Got to watch out for yourself in the P3
I rock ingenius, I don't wear amiri
Walk in the lobby like I got a billy
I'm not a saint, don't care 'bout your feelings
Stop the complaining, it's none of my interest
Fuck what you're saying, ain't talking 'bout business
Out of my way, I'm indifferent

Out of my way, I'm indifferent, that's facts
Don't get emotional, how she came back
She told me "'bout to get locked", okay
Maybe tomorrow but not today
Look at your man, he a dork
Aim for an aston, I don't need a porsche



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Writer(s): Jannik Petsche
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