Noname Show
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Broke boy this week
But as she speaks her truth brings lows to my soul then brings peaks
Unfolds me like clean sheets
Tell me a story it's bedtime
Them fabric softener rhymes
Like sweet dreams
Telefone induced hibernation
Never been so fond of a bond with a rotation
Just cozied up with a record
The lavender sleeve my dress shirt
Matches the artwork on the work that made me respect her
Audio sweet nectar
Listening to its dripping
You question heaven's existing
I got it with free shipping
Channels Billie while rhyming
I sit sipping my 20 oz
A venti, divine
She gifts aplenty
Mentors
Makes me her mentee
She fresh enough to be minty
Smooth criminal how she gets me
Firm lyrically, incidentally
On soft beats, al dente
She do her thing independently, and this is what it meant to me
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Self-promotes songs
Independent, so it's vital
On my twitter page, dreamt about a copy on vinyl
It's a limited edition
I can't make a purchase cuz I'd need my wife's permission and she says it isn't worth it
Because I don't own a player
Spit the fi but lack the hi-fi
Stream it on the wi-fi
Thinking that she made the Chi right since she dropped
When I heard Diddy-bop, put her record at the top
Next to Tribe, Comm Sense, BlackStar, Aquemini
Every song is hella fly, when the days go by I've got a soundtrack
Proud, hope she plaques a triple plat
She's the best in my opinion, my opinion's triple facts
All of that
She's the sing-a-long, the one I want to bring along
The coffee and the cream that keeps me warm as I daydream along
Centerpiece, time piece, my peace, Nia Long
Beauty, poetry, and humanity in a song
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Rainy days staring out the window
A puddle forms a little on the playground
Wishing I could play around
Melancholy moments make me revisit my issues
Grab a tissue
Think about my father
Wish he would have stayed around
But she's my remedy for that, my escape route
She's a champagne flute as she flows through the room
She's a ticket in first class
Wilson Pickett, same sass
Less grit, still legit
Like Ella Fitz, it makes jazz-sense
She sassafras her words have many uses
Peace out like deuces
Hang from every lyric like she nooses
Entertained by everything she chooses
Radio does not dictate the coolness
Her music is the coffee house, trendy blouse
Femme fetale, Mighty Mouse
Opposite of enervate
Noname with that G style
Circumvent the fan mail
Noname can you hear me now
And i'll be singing this for a while
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets
Two tickets
Broke boy this week
Two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets
Two tickets
Broke boy this week
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Broke boy this week
But as she speaks her truth brings lows to my soul then brings peaks
Unfolds me like clean sheets
Tell me a story it's bedtime
Them fabric softener rhymes
Like sweet dreams
Telefone induced hibernation
Never been so fond of a bond with a rotation
Just cozied up with a record
The lavender sleeve my dress shirt
Matches the artwork on the work that made me respect her
Audio sweet nectar
Listening to its dripping
You question heaven's existing
I got it with free shipping
Channels Billie while rhyming
I sit sipping my 20 oz
A venti, divine
She gifts aplenty
Mentors
Makes me her mentee
She fresh enough to be minty
Smooth criminal how she gets me
Firm lyrically, incidentally
On soft beats, al dente
She do her thing independently, and this is what it meant to me
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Self-promotes songs
Independent, so it's vital
On my twitter page, dreamt about a copy on vinyl
It's a limited edition
I can't make a purchase cuz I'd need my wife's permission and she says it isn't worth it
Because I don't own a player
Spit the fi but lack the hi-fi
Stream it on the wi-fi
Thinking that she made the Chi right since she dropped
When I heard Diddy-bop, put her record at the top
Next to Tribe, Comm Sense, BlackStar, Aquemini
Every song is hella fly, when the days go by I've got a soundtrack
Proud, hope she plaques a triple plat
She's the best in my opinion, my opinion's triple facts
All of that
She's the sing-a-long, the one I want to bring along
The coffee and the cream that keeps me warm as I daydream along
Centerpiece, time piece, my peace, Nia Long
Beauty, poetry, and humanity in a song
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Rainy days staring out the window
A puddle forms a little on the playground
Wishing I could play around
Melancholy moments make me revisit my issues
Grab a tissue
Think about my father
Wish he would have stayed around
But she's my remedy for that, my escape route
She's a champagne flute as she flows through the room
She's a ticket in first class
Wilson Pickett, same sass
Less grit, still legit
Like Ella Fitz, it makes jazz-sense
She sassafras her words have many uses
Peace out like deuces
Hang from every lyric like she nooses
Entertained by everything she chooses
Radio does not dictate the coolness
Her music is the coffee house, trendy blouse
Femme fetale, Mighty Mouse
Opposite of enervate
Noname with that G style
Circumvent the fan mail
Noname can you hear me now
And i'll be singing this for a while
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Can I get two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets to a Noname show
Broke boy, this week
But I got good taste though
Two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets
Two tickets
Broke boy this week
Two tickets to a Noname show
Two tickets
Two tickets
Broke boy this week
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Writer(s): Joe Ruiz
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