Resume
Alright, run it
Hmm, oh
What do I want my life to be?
Fake love and some fake shit?
How do I want this song to sing?
Should I repeat the verse until it hurts the bit?
What about when they bump to my beat?
Huh, confirmed classic, yeah, I stay different (it's different)
What do I want my resume to be?
A hat trick of degrees and a job paying six figures? (c'mon, c'mon)
Fuck it
We run around getting checks for some boxes (boxes)
Thinking that'll bring us to the top is (ooh)
Out of our minds, but I can guarantee that you're still gon' catch people trying to find
Bunch of different accolades to add to the page
Wanting to ascend some fake mountain
Then your bitch cheat on you, your boy dip on you, again
You're looking for a different outcome but damn (damn)
You gotta be the one who's making the change
'Cause if you're not, then you're gonna be the one left in the chains, ha, yeah
Fuck a mountain, stop doubting
Your own perception is your own downturn, uh
Stop thinking, stop drinking
All you gotta do is listen, listen to you (that's all you gotta do)
Follow your purpose and it gon' be worth it
I promise you, promise you
Sing to yourself in the mirror, fuck all the non-believers
Trust in your gut, don't give a fuck, that's what you gotta do
And don't feel attacked when they gon' react to the shit that you're gonna do
It's your page, so pick a font (pick a font)
It's your life, so take what you want (go and take it)
Fuck a 20 year plan, just grab a pen and ink down what you think, transcribe it (man)
If imma be Ernest, Hemingway started with a purpose
Like The Old Man and the Sea, imma sacrifice, so don't test me (don't test me, ha)
I've been cooking up my own way to do it (ooh)
Living a dream, yeah you know I stay lucid (ooh)
You would've that I was DiCaprio the way that I plant seeds
I sew tapestries, it starts with a seam like
But I ain't directed by Chris Nolan, I'm rolling singular
Directed, written, produced by me
While bitches online posting quotes trying to be Socrates, ha
Or some other motherfucker way smarter than me
Yeah, you might be touching a button but don't get it
Twisted, it's just a screen (c'mon, c'mon)
While you're on IG going post to post
I be thinking that you Devin Hester with the most
But you're not: you're foggy, hazy, trying to see
But, I am me, motherfucker, I ain't trying to be (I'm just me)
Shit, of course I'm figuring out still what my life gon' be
How my songs gon' sing, how my beats gon' lay
What my resume gon' look like when I die someday
But since you're blind already, listen closely, 'cause for now my plan is
Imma take the last two letters of the song name
'Cause that's the truth of what I know
And what I am
Follow your purpose and it gon' be worth it
I promise you, promise you
Sing to yourself in the mirror, fuck all the non-believers
Trust in your gut, don't give a fuck, that's what you gotta do
And don't feel attacked when they gon' react to the shit that you're gonna do
Hmm, oh
What do I want my life to be?
Fake love and some fake shit?
How do I want this song to sing?
Should I repeat the verse until it hurts the bit?
What about when they bump to my beat?
Huh, confirmed classic, yeah, I stay different (it's different)
What do I want my resume to be?
A hat trick of degrees and a job paying six figures? (c'mon, c'mon)
Fuck it
We run around getting checks for some boxes (boxes)
Thinking that'll bring us to the top is (ooh)
Out of our minds, but I can guarantee that you're still gon' catch people trying to find
Bunch of different accolades to add to the page
Wanting to ascend some fake mountain
Then your bitch cheat on you, your boy dip on you, again
You're looking for a different outcome but damn (damn)
You gotta be the one who's making the change
'Cause if you're not, then you're gonna be the one left in the chains, ha, yeah
Fuck a mountain, stop doubting
Your own perception is your own downturn, uh
Stop thinking, stop drinking
All you gotta do is listen, listen to you (that's all you gotta do)
Follow your purpose and it gon' be worth it
I promise you, promise you
Sing to yourself in the mirror, fuck all the non-believers
Trust in your gut, don't give a fuck, that's what you gotta do
And don't feel attacked when they gon' react to the shit that you're gonna do
It's your page, so pick a font (pick a font)
It's your life, so take what you want (go and take it)
Fuck a 20 year plan, just grab a pen and ink down what you think, transcribe it (man)
If imma be Ernest, Hemingway started with a purpose
Like The Old Man and the Sea, imma sacrifice, so don't test me (don't test me, ha)
I've been cooking up my own way to do it (ooh)
Living a dream, yeah you know I stay lucid (ooh)
You would've that I was DiCaprio the way that I plant seeds
I sew tapestries, it starts with a seam like
But I ain't directed by Chris Nolan, I'm rolling singular
Directed, written, produced by me
While bitches online posting quotes trying to be Socrates, ha
Or some other motherfucker way smarter than me
Yeah, you might be touching a button but don't get it
Twisted, it's just a screen (c'mon, c'mon)
While you're on IG going post to post
I be thinking that you Devin Hester with the most
But you're not: you're foggy, hazy, trying to see
But, I am me, motherfucker, I ain't trying to be (I'm just me)
Shit, of course I'm figuring out still what my life gon' be
How my songs gon' sing, how my beats gon' lay
What my resume gon' look like when I die someday
But since you're blind already, listen closely, 'cause for now my plan is
Imma take the last two letters of the song name
'Cause that's the truth of what I know
And what I am
Follow your purpose and it gon' be worth it
I promise you, promise you
Sing to yourself in the mirror, fuck all the non-believers
Trust in your gut, don't give a fuck, that's what you gotta do
And don't feel attacked when they gon' react to the shit that you're gonna do
Credits
Writer(s): Nate Devera
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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