prep
(Yah!)
Prepare for pregame parties of Prep
I pounce in peoples' pools, that's how I progress
Please believe in Pascua pride
I pray the lord, I play my cards (from the deck)
Profess my faith
I'm Jared of Walkin' Jay
I'm Jack of Trades
In every way I'm lit
Work don't sit, I'm workin' shit, I'm working this
Yeah batter batter hit the perfect pitch
Practice piano like I'm runnin' miles it's the same ol' shit
Yeah it's the same ol' style
I got people pleasing all these people pleasers
I'm a pre-dent I notice your fake ass smile
(Bitch!)
Look at the world
Social cues missing, you don't need a girl
You think you're sweet and the spicy
Pick one not the other
No vanilla chocolate swirl
I think I'm sweet just like matcha with bitterness complements
Workin' well in single blends
I think I'm fine where I'm at
With the real ones and friends
Who just cut it with playing pretend
I think I'm stupid enough for the argument anyway
Please do not include me in
I got a voice for my own and the time
And the space and the endgame
Where do I begin?
(Yah!)
It's a new chapter and I get it from the K-dot
Six years in and I still haven't made it
But I talked to Mary and we sharing the same feelings
That we do it for the love and for the sake of making music
When I'm making music I don't do it for the gold
Total concentration thunder breathing six-fold
Probly keep this up and runnin' as a dentist
When I keep the teeth to rap and spit it
Even when I'm fuckin' old
It's a new third year, it's hard to admit it
Graduating college soon, yuh yuh I did it
But I'm still wondering if life after uni
Is just as cool like marriage
And havin' some little children
When I'm just a ride away or strides away
From when you want me right away
I gotta say
It's hard for me to think about my friends
In different lives
In really different days
Prepare for pregame parties of Prep
I pounce in peoples' pools, that's how I progress
Please believe in Pascua pride
I pray the lord, I play my cards (from the deck)
Profess my faith
I'm Jared of Walkin' Jay
I'm Jack of Trades
In every way I'm lit
Work don't sit, I'm workin' shit, I'm working this
Yeah batter batter hit the perfect pitch
Prepare for pregame parties of Prep
I pounce in peoples' pools, that's how I progress
Please believe in Pascua pride
I pray the lord, I play my cards (from the deck)
Profess my faith
I'm Jared of Walkin' Jay
I'm Jack of Trades
In every way I'm lit
Work don't sit, I'm workin' shit, I'm working this
Yeah batter batter hit the perfect pitch
Practice piano like I'm runnin' miles it's the same ol' shit
Yeah it's the same ol' style
I got people pleasing all these people pleasers
I'm a pre-dent I notice your fake ass smile
(Bitch!)
Look at the world
Social cues missing, you don't need a girl
You think you're sweet and the spicy
Pick one not the other
No vanilla chocolate swirl
I think I'm sweet just like matcha with bitterness complements
Workin' well in single blends
I think I'm fine where I'm at
With the real ones and friends
Who just cut it with playing pretend
I think I'm stupid enough for the argument anyway
Please do not include me in
I got a voice for my own and the time
And the space and the endgame
Where do I begin?
(Yah!)
It's a new chapter and I get it from the K-dot
Six years in and I still haven't made it
But I talked to Mary and we sharing the same feelings
That we do it for the love and for the sake of making music
When I'm making music I don't do it for the gold
Total concentration thunder breathing six-fold
Probly keep this up and runnin' as a dentist
When I keep the teeth to rap and spit it
Even when I'm fuckin' old
It's a new third year, it's hard to admit it
Graduating college soon, yuh yuh I did it
But I'm still wondering if life after uni
Is just as cool like marriage
And havin' some little children
When I'm just a ride away or strides away
From when you want me right away
I gotta say
It's hard for me to think about my friends
In different lives
In really different days
Prepare for pregame parties of Prep
I pounce in peoples' pools, that's how I progress
Please believe in Pascua pride
I pray the lord, I play my cards (from the deck)
Profess my faith
I'm Jared of Walkin' Jay
I'm Jack of Trades
In every way I'm lit
Work don't sit, I'm workin' shit, I'm working this
Yeah batter batter hit the perfect pitch
Credits
Writer(s): Nick Pascua
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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