ANIMATE (feat. Chip Tha Ripper)
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Almighty GloryUs, yeah, you probably heard of us
Women talk they love the Cud', they say I got the Midas touch
And they will blush when I dip past in the rush
Baby say she smell the tree, kush (yeah) all up in my threads, what?
Now I'm feeling better, a trendsetter, cheers to you, Cud'
Show 'em how to never give a fuck about what they do, nah
Marching to my own drum, cooler than your average kid
Baby say she want some and she wanna have my kids
Loving life, I'm a flashing light, niggas cannot dim me
Crawling out the hellest night, demons tried to kill me (yeah)
Boss nigga, don't forget I never sweat to small shit
You might think I lost my juice, au contraire, my nigga (oops)
Switch the script, check my IMDB, you can check the proof
Yes, Cudi do, kicking it with Yachty, chop it up, this how an artist move
Copenha', looking yum, hit the booth, still call it fun
Not this type, my occupation, making things I think of daily
Ooh, nah, told you how I do (come on)
Women like, "Ooh, can I make you my boo?" (Yeah)
Really love the wizard boss, realest, y'all knew (let's go)
And I animate the life in my mind cool, love it
Love it, love it, gone, when you gon' move (uh-uh)
Bet you never had a homie, let me have you
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah)
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Almighty Glory, looking like a couple deities
Looking for the moment where I finally leaking BIEs
While I'm still alive, though, my eyes low, blowing tree
Bitch, I'm feeling proper, nigga showstopper overseas
Wish I could remember everything a nigga ever thought
Wish I could remember bad little mama name, but I can not
Open up a window when this song come on 'cause I get hot
Baby, tell me what's the name of this place again 'cause I forgot
Know what I'm repping, I bang it 'til it's over
Our reign is never over, that's how rangin', rover
My drunk the same as sober, maybe drunk a lil' bit cooler
I walk in that bitch feeling like I was lit, yeah, the ruler
I walked up in that bitch feeling like I was Chip Tha Ripper
I'm feeling like myself again, a real tequila sipper (yeah)
You should be flabbergasted if I spend some time with you
You must've wasn't listening, they told you how I do (told you)
Ooh, nah, told you how I do (come on)
Women like, "Ooh, can I make you my boo?" (Yeah)
Really love the wizard boss, realest, y'all knew (let's go)
And I animate the life in my mind cool, love it
Love it, love it, gone, when you gon' move (uh-huh)
Bet you never had a homie, let me have you
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah)
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it for my city all day, motherfucker, yeah
Do it for my city all day, motherfucker, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep it in this bitch, yeah
Keep it in this bitch, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah
Let's go
Almighty GloryUs, yeah, you probably heard of us
Women talk they love the Cud', they say I got the Midas touch
And they will blush when I dip past in the rush
Baby say she smell the tree, kush (yeah) all up in my threads, what?
Now I'm feeling better, a trendsetter, cheers to you, Cud'
Show 'em how to never give a fuck about what they do, nah
Marching to my own drum, cooler than your average kid
Baby say she want some and she wanna have my kids
Loving life, I'm a flashing light, niggas cannot dim me
Crawling out the hellest night, demons tried to kill me (yeah)
Boss nigga, don't forget I never sweat to small shit
You might think I lost my juice, au contraire, my nigga (oops)
Switch the script, check my IMDB, you can check the proof
Yes, Cudi do, kicking it with Yachty, chop it up, this how an artist move
Copenha', looking yum, hit the booth, still call it fun
Not this type, my occupation, making things I think of daily
Ooh, nah, told you how I do (come on)
Women like, "Ooh, can I make you my boo?" (Yeah)
Really love the wizard boss, realest, y'all knew (let's go)
And I animate the life in my mind cool, love it
Love it, love it, gone, when you gon' move (uh-uh)
Bet you never had a homie, let me have you
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah)
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Almighty Glory, looking like a couple deities
Looking for the moment where I finally leaking BIEs
While I'm still alive, though, my eyes low, blowing tree
Bitch, I'm feeling proper, nigga showstopper overseas
Wish I could remember everything a nigga ever thought
Wish I could remember bad little mama name, but I can not
Open up a window when this song come on 'cause I get hot
Baby, tell me what's the name of this place again 'cause I forgot
Know what I'm repping, I bang it 'til it's over
Our reign is never over, that's how rangin', rover
My drunk the same as sober, maybe drunk a lil' bit cooler
I walk in that bitch feeling like I was lit, yeah, the ruler
I walked up in that bitch feeling like I was Chip Tha Ripper
I'm feeling like myself again, a real tequila sipper (yeah)
You should be flabbergasted if I spend some time with you
You must've wasn't listening, they told you how I do (told you)
Ooh, nah, told you how I do (come on)
Women like, "Ooh, can I make you my boo?" (Yeah)
Really love the wizard boss, realest, y'all knew (let's go)
And I animate the life in my mind cool, love it
Love it, love it, gone, when you gon' move (uh-huh)
Bet you never had a homie, let me have you
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah)
Nah-ahh (yeah), nah-ahh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Do it for my city all day, motherfucker, yeah
Do it for my city all day, motherfucker, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep it in this bitch, yeah
Keep it in this bitch, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Mescudi, Rami Eadeh, Charles Worth, Austin Paoli
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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