Exotic

(Uh)
(I'm from another country)
(I ain't even tryna party)
(man fuck it lets actually sing this shit like)

I'm from another country
She thinks I'm exotic
I ain't even tryna party
I'm on holiday working
I'm a master of my craft I can do this rapping shit or I can do melodic
It's apparent I ain't cap when I say I'm on the cusp of being poppin'

It's a matter of luck
Already got the skills but that's only like half
Cook like a chef in the kitchen
I'm practically preaching
Just missing a wisk and a hat
And a bible this shit is too easy I'm idle
I'm better than half of my idols
I'm killing it screw I'm hitting the vitals
Precision is ample
I'm here if you need an example of greatness
I pull up to the bank in sandals like pardon my lateness
Y'all are so whack, I don't give a fuck
Just hand me a mil like a waitress
My words like a picture a thousand words
So I'm spitting when u think I say less
So picture this I'm practically a star already I'm just getting paid less
Exotic no logic to my shit it's chaotic shit is crazy
That's what they say but how you gonna blame me?
If you don't get it you lazy
My shit immaculate
it's so clean that you never gonna vaccum it
Yes I mean it I'm perfectly accurate lately I think I leveled up maybe
Get this (uh)

I'm from another country
She thinks I'm exotic
I ain't even tryna party
I'm on holiday working
(Wait what's that last line again?)
(Oh)
It's apparent I ain't cap when I say I'm on the cusp of being popping
I'm from another country
She thinks I'm exotic
I ain't even tryna party
I'm on holiday working
I'm a master of my craft I can do this rapping shit or I can do melodic
It's apparent I ain't cap when I say I'm on the cusp of being poppin'

(She thinks I'm exotic)
(I'm on holiday working yeah yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Orestis Andreadakis
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