Thank You My Pleasure
Hey, hey, hey
I said I thank you, I thank you, I thank you, my pleasure
Fresh so, clean king, feeling with no pressure
Looking at my style, feeling fresher than ever
I ain't got time to waste, let's get to cooking, my partner
I said thank you, I thank you, man, fuck you, I'm kidding
Peace to the crease, no time for making villains
Goin' through it like always, but it's back to the business
I'm in a jolly good mood, goddamn, it feel like Christmas
Don't need any validation to feel comfort in my life
Why worry about the small things? We all losing the time
Shout up my goons, all the homies and em, my Nickelodeon slimes
I'm really Blaziken in this bitch, I'm spitting fire all the time, bow
I said I thank you, I thank you, I thank you, I'm sorry
When it's music and basketball, ain't nobody can't guard me
When I'm in my zone, and cooking up, I'm the one to fear
Turn 23, damn, it's my Jordan year
This whole damn summer has been a damn shame
I was making stupid decisions, goddamn, shit be lame
I was in the crib rotting, playing defense too often
Now I'm popping off, now it's my damn turn on offense
My emotions drown a lot, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Don't like me for who I am, than pussy bitch, you better leave
Just be yourself, you ain't gotta lie to kick it, bruh
Why change you? You really don't have to address nothing
Damn
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Goddamn
Thank you, my pleasure
I said I thank you, I thank you, I thank you, my pleasure
Fresh so, clean king, feeling with no pressure
Looking at my style, feeling fresher than ever
I ain't got time to waste, let's get to cooking, my partner
I said thank you, I thank you, man, fuck you, I'm kidding
Peace to the crease, no time for making villains
Goin' through it like always, but it's back to the business
I'm in a jolly good mood, goddamn, it feel like Christmas
Don't need any validation to feel comfort in my life
Why worry about the small things? We all losing the time
Shout up my goons, all the homies and em, my Nickelodeon slimes
I'm really Blaziken in this bitch, I'm spitting fire all the time, bow
I said I thank you, I thank you, I thank you, I'm sorry
When it's music and basketball, ain't nobody can't guard me
When I'm in my zone, and cooking up, I'm the one to fear
Turn 23, damn, it's my Jordan year
This whole damn summer has been a damn shame
I was making stupid decisions, goddamn, shit be lame
I was in the crib rotting, playing defense too often
Now I'm popping off, now it's my damn turn on offense
My emotions drown a lot, I wear my heart on my sleeve
Don't like me for who I am, than pussy bitch, you better leave
Just be yourself, you ain't gotta lie to kick it, bruh
Why change you? You really don't have to address nothing
Damn
Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
Goddamn
Thank you, my pleasure
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Foronda
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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