Spilt Milk.
No spilt milk
I ain't cryin over no spilt milk
(Ooh Ooh Ooh)
No spilt milk
I might take an L and drop the ball
Yes I might fumble it (Ooh)
But at least I'll swallow up my pride
And it won't mumble it (Yes)
Like Brady back in '08 Imma
Come back and I'll double it (Ooh)
But you and me got differences, (Yes)
You be crumblin
That's why I only keep around the homies
That be day one (Day one)
Cuz if I'm moving messy then
I hope that you would say some (Yes, yes)
If opps around we poppin em
No opossums we
Don't play dumb (We don't play dumb)
But I stay drippin stupid with the sauce
And it be A1
Hmmm... no wonder they want me specifically (Ooh Ooh)
I'm William Shakespeare on the beat
Off the auxiliary
Hmmm... and I'm speaking unequivocally (Yes)
When Chevy cooks a beat up man
You know it's bouncing gingerly (Yes)
Delivering prolifically, I walk in it's a victory
I see that you've been cuffing
But to her I'm not a mystery (Ooh Ooh Yes)
Cuz she be on her knees with me
Like she at the epiphany
Hmmm... but that bitch ain't gettin Tiffany
I walk inside the function like
I'm Odell Beckham Jr
Bitch I'm shittin on em, (Yes yes)
And this ain't silly rumours
But I see my versatility match
Sammy Davis Jr
Beats I'm switchin on em
Shiftin takin over like a tumour (Ohh)
It's Samuel
(Ooh)
No spilt milk
I ain't cryin over no spilt milk
(Ooh Ooh
No spilt milk
Lately I've been picking up these Roberts
Like a taxi (Ooh)
No wonder when we passing by Chanel
She's got to ask me
Make the purchase and I still surpass em
Like a track meet (Yes)
Cuz even when we kickin it I'm stuntin, Jackie
But I still hear them talkin that hate
Because I'm different (Ooh Ooh)
And I know some of them gone mistake
That's two way ignorance (Ooh)
Just like the weather they gonna change
Cold like refrigerant (Yes)
But Imma storm the stage like I'm Ye
That shits deliberate (Yes yes)
Cuz you know I'm insane
Just like the Tazmanian Devil (Like a what?)
Gotta keep the spice on me
With that coaxium from Kessel (Ooh Yes)
Yes I'm blowing up cuz I've been grinding
Mortar and a pestle
I'm a coach and you the player
But I'm on another level
It's Samuel
(Ooh)
No spilt milk
I ain't cryin over no spilt milk
(Ooh Ooh)
No spilt milk
I get to conclusions your girl know that I'm a gentleman (Ooh)
Give her independence like I'm Jefferson (Ooh)
Talkin on the beat just like I'm Letterman
(Ooh Ohh Ohh)
Samuel
I ain't cryin over no spilt milk
(Ooh Ooh Ooh)
No spilt milk
I might take an L and drop the ball
Yes I might fumble it (Ooh)
But at least I'll swallow up my pride
And it won't mumble it (Yes)
Like Brady back in '08 Imma
Come back and I'll double it (Ooh)
But you and me got differences, (Yes)
You be crumblin
That's why I only keep around the homies
That be day one (Day one)
Cuz if I'm moving messy then
I hope that you would say some (Yes, yes)
If opps around we poppin em
No opossums we
Don't play dumb (We don't play dumb)
But I stay drippin stupid with the sauce
And it be A1
Hmmm... no wonder they want me specifically (Ooh Ooh)
I'm William Shakespeare on the beat
Off the auxiliary
Hmmm... and I'm speaking unequivocally (Yes)
When Chevy cooks a beat up man
You know it's bouncing gingerly (Yes)
Delivering prolifically, I walk in it's a victory
I see that you've been cuffing
But to her I'm not a mystery (Ooh Ooh Yes)
Cuz she be on her knees with me
Like she at the epiphany
Hmmm... but that bitch ain't gettin Tiffany
I walk inside the function like
I'm Odell Beckham Jr
Bitch I'm shittin on em, (Yes yes)
And this ain't silly rumours
But I see my versatility match
Sammy Davis Jr
Beats I'm switchin on em
Shiftin takin over like a tumour (Ohh)
It's Samuel
(Ooh)
No spilt milk
I ain't cryin over no spilt milk
(Ooh Ooh
No spilt milk
Lately I've been picking up these Roberts
Like a taxi (Ooh)
No wonder when we passing by Chanel
She's got to ask me
Make the purchase and I still surpass em
Like a track meet (Yes)
Cuz even when we kickin it I'm stuntin, Jackie
But I still hear them talkin that hate
Because I'm different (Ooh Ooh)
And I know some of them gone mistake
That's two way ignorance (Ooh)
Just like the weather they gonna change
Cold like refrigerant (Yes)
But Imma storm the stage like I'm Ye
That shits deliberate (Yes yes)
Cuz you know I'm insane
Just like the Tazmanian Devil (Like a what?)
Gotta keep the spice on me
With that coaxium from Kessel (Ooh Yes)
Yes I'm blowing up cuz I've been grinding
Mortar and a pestle
I'm a coach and you the player
But I'm on another level
It's Samuel
(Ooh)
No spilt milk
I ain't cryin over no spilt milk
(Ooh Ooh)
No spilt milk
I get to conclusions your girl know that I'm a gentleman (Ooh)
Give her independence like I'm Jefferson (Ooh)
Talkin on the beat just like I'm Letterman
(Ooh Ohh Ohh)
Samuel
Credits
Writer(s): Evan Brownlee, Samuel Robert Jordan
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