Do What I Want
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
Yeah, yeah
Lights out we live in the darkness (yeah), and raging regardless (yeah)
We going up like a rocket (oh my God), baby I'm known to go pop shit (what)
You don't like me then say some (wooo), if not, then no more complaining
I know you been talking don't play dumb, play dumb, play
Bitch I came here to rage (hah), all my demons out the cage (rage)
Burning up all the sage (sage), I fuck it up on the stage (yeah)
Always fashionably late (fade), but never late to getting paid (all day)
You know what I'm about to say (ok), another day another slay (yeah)
I'm moving too fast, I ain't gonna slow, yeah, we did it, let's go
Yeah, yeah, I came here to move, yeah, so you better move
Yeah, yeah got something to prove, hey yeah
Yeah, we been on the move, yeah, look what I do
I'm gonna need another round, passing up another round, baby (woah)
Smoking up all the pounds, all my dogs bloodhounds, hey (yeah yeah)
Run away, turn around, man I'm gunning for the crown, woah (ooh baby)
Let me bring you to the town, show you what my life about, hey (ooh)
I do what I want, fuck it I do what I want, ooh ooh
Do what I want, living I do what I want, ooh ooh (baby)
Giving no fucks, smoking on two fat blunts, ooh ooh
Been on my luck (ok), but don't look inside of my cup (yeah yeah)
I know she bad, man, yeah I'm in my zone
I feel like Batman, send them running home
Hit the gas, man I'm rolling and I'm gone
Your shit is trash, man, step up out the throne
I got a few bands I'm going to Italy (yeah)
People thinking they can shit on me (yeah)
Y'all are too basic, I'm the epitome (oh my God)
I am everything you couldn't be (what)
I might just need me some Benadryl (yeah yeah)
Man I been taking too many pills (yeah yeah)
I'm gonna do what the Henny wills (ok)
Flying to parties up in the hills (ok ooh)
Y'all have been doubting my energy (alright)
Talking my shit on the melody (yuh)
I am what artists pretend to be (thank God)
Got more water than the seven seas (God damn)
Got a new truck and I'm going fast (woo)
Living too much never going back
Rolling round town in a Maybach
Damn Marko how you do that?
I speak up, live my truth, woah (oh), no weak stuff (yeah)
High as hell on a jet (what), tell me where the gas at (where it's at)
Smoke him like a cigarette (cigarette), woah
We been up, never slow, yeah
Kick the devil out the road, yeah
This exactly how it goes, yeah
Live it up take flights out to Paris, then do a show in Paris
I'm gonna need another round, passing up another round, baby (woah)
Smoking up all the pounds, all my dogs bloodhounds, hey (yeah yeah)
Run away, turn around, man I'm gunning for the crown, woah (ooh baby)
Let me bring you to the town, show you what my life about, hey (ooh)
I do what I want, fuck it I do what I want, ooh ooh
Do what I want, living I do what I want, ooh ooh (baby)
Giving no fucks, smoking on two fat blunts, ooh ooh
Been on my luck (ok), but don't look inside of my cup
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
Yeah, yeah
Lights out we live in the darkness (yeah), and raging regardless (yeah)
We going up like a rocket (oh my God), baby I'm known to go pop shit (what)
You don't like me then say some (wooo), if not, then no more complaining
I know you been talking don't play dumb, play dumb, play
Bitch I came here to rage (hah), all my demons out the cage (rage)
Burning up all the sage (sage), I fuck it up on the stage (yeah)
Always fashionably late (fade), but never late to getting paid (all day)
You know what I'm about to say (ok), another day another slay (yeah)
I'm moving too fast, I ain't gonna slow, yeah, we did it, let's go
Yeah, yeah, I came here to move, yeah, so you better move
Yeah, yeah got something to prove, hey yeah
Yeah, we been on the move, yeah, look what I do
I'm gonna need another round, passing up another round, baby (woah)
Smoking up all the pounds, all my dogs bloodhounds, hey (yeah yeah)
Run away, turn around, man I'm gunning for the crown, woah (ooh baby)
Let me bring you to the town, show you what my life about, hey (ooh)
I do what I want, fuck it I do what I want, ooh ooh
Do what I want, living I do what I want, ooh ooh (baby)
Giving no fucks, smoking on two fat blunts, ooh ooh
Been on my luck (ok), but don't look inside of my cup (yeah yeah)
I know she bad, man, yeah I'm in my zone
I feel like Batman, send them running home
Hit the gas, man I'm rolling and I'm gone
Your shit is trash, man, step up out the throne
I got a few bands I'm going to Italy (yeah)
People thinking they can shit on me (yeah)
Y'all are too basic, I'm the epitome (oh my God)
I am everything you couldn't be (what)
I might just need me some Benadryl (yeah yeah)
Man I been taking too many pills (yeah yeah)
I'm gonna do what the Henny wills (ok)
Flying to parties up in the hills (ok ooh)
Y'all have been doubting my energy (alright)
Talking my shit on the melody (yuh)
I am what artists pretend to be (thank God)
Got more water than the seven seas (God damn)
Got a new truck and I'm going fast (woo)
Living too much never going back
Rolling round town in a Maybach
Damn Marko how you do that?
I speak up, live my truth, woah (oh), no weak stuff (yeah)
High as hell on a jet (what), tell me where the gas at (where it's at)
Smoke him like a cigarette (cigarette), woah
We been up, never slow, yeah
Kick the devil out the road, yeah
This exactly how it goes, yeah
Live it up take flights out to Paris, then do a show in Paris
I'm gonna need another round, passing up another round, baby (woah)
Smoking up all the pounds, all my dogs bloodhounds, hey (yeah yeah)
Run away, turn around, man I'm gunning for the crown, woah (ooh baby)
Let me bring you to the town, show you what my life about, hey (ooh)
I do what I want, fuck it I do what I want, ooh ooh
Do what I want, living I do what I want, ooh ooh (baby)
Giving no fucks, smoking on two fat blunts, ooh ooh
Been on my luck (ok), but don't look inside of my cup
Credits
Writer(s): Marko Petrovic
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