SHORT!
Fearless
I don't wanna hear it
I will show you how I go and get it
Fuck a ceiling
Murakami, stacking all this paper
It's appealing
The way that it's appearing
All about my blessing
I'm gifted and present
Aye
Uh
I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
Said I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
You can tell me nothing
Fuck all your assumptions
If you think I'm bluffing
Wait until you see this
Never had any luck
But luck is going to keep you comfort
And baby that's not really what I needed
I can show the future
Just got to tell me how you thinking
Close your eyes and life is gonna past you by
In like a blink
And I'm hitting from the back
She said what's up and made it wink
When we're talking bout our lives
I'm not surprised you're settling
You say that's fair but
Don't you wonder what you need
I'm like a boss
It comes to me
I'm bout to bust
She is on her knees
I said I'm counting all this cash
And sparking green I'm overseas
We might have to dab it up
The seeds are turning into trees
Jay's to the face
We are sparked up
Hit my niggas
Yea we are swerving out in Parkdale
Woahaoah
Fades with the fake till it's dark out
Now you look really dumb with that smart mouth
Woahowoah
Aye
Uh
I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
Said I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
I could be what I wanna
Baby, I could be
I could be what I wanna
Baby, I could be
I'm just looking for my beanie
I don't wanna hear it
I will show you how I go and get it
Fuck a ceiling
Murakami, stacking all this paper
It's appealing
The way that it's appearing
All about my blessing
I'm gifted and present
Aye
Uh
I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
Said I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
You can tell me nothing
Fuck all your assumptions
If you think I'm bluffing
Wait until you see this
Never had any luck
But luck is going to keep you comfort
And baby that's not really what I needed
I can show the future
Just got to tell me how you thinking
Close your eyes and life is gonna past you by
In like a blink
And I'm hitting from the back
She said what's up and made it wink
When we're talking bout our lives
I'm not surprised you're settling
You say that's fair but
Don't you wonder what you need
I'm like a boss
It comes to me
I'm bout to bust
She is on her knees
I said I'm counting all this cash
And sparking green I'm overseas
We might have to dab it up
The seeds are turning into trees
Jay's to the face
We are sparked up
Hit my niggas
Yea we are swerving out in Parkdale
Woahaoah
Fades with the fake till it's dark out
Now you look really dumb with that smart mouth
Woahowoah
Aye
Uh
I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
Said I could sell myself short
Don't let me sell myself short
I could be what I wanna
Baby, I could be
I could be what I wanna
Baby, I could be
I'm just looking for my beanie
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Writer(s): Beniyam Berhanu
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