THE BEAR
How'd you get good at this
Honestly, I've made a lot of mistakes
What's the secret
Just fuck up
It might be you know
Fuck up
Yeah
I'm living my wildest dreams
Just got a DM from a journalist at Complex
Going through his Insta
Just to see if it ain't nonsense
Papercut everything if you're going through my content
Hope he's present when I get my pgLang contract
Damn, learn to trust the process
I keep holding on to songs
Think I'm making progress
I guess, its something that's rooted within my conscience
Do they even know I'm an artist
Going through my wish list like I cannot afford this
School of life done taught us
4,700 different courses
This your favourite rapper's rigor mortis
Know alot with horses
With no idea just how gorgeous a Porshe is
And still we moving cautious like a tortoise
I ain't ambidextrous
It's either way or regardless
Better be Seleoe when they ask you who your source is
Dreams of Copenhagen and seeing the Black Forest
We quality controlling niggas out of line
Cause most these niggas actually running outta lines
I'm trying to cross the T's and dot the lines
Fitted with dollar signs
Too many calculated moves
Hard to coincide with how we feel aside
I do what I love then I get criticized
All the exit strategies get minimized
Don't ask me for a verse if you ain't verified
And I ain't talking Spotify
See how many superstars you'll actually find
(The number you have dialled does not exist)
I'm constantly working
Contingency searching
Continually surging while urging for purpose is bad
A prophet in service
Its harder to worship a popular servant
A part of the circus of casts
Put that on everything instead of me
Rocking a mask
And my vanity
Let to insanity in my past
Now my only ask
Keep me grounded when I progress
Ain't got a lot to lose
But for this spirit I possess
I know when there's a lot at stake
Being a Carmy is very rare
Hard to be a Yuri
In a world brimming with Vladimirs
40 yet again
Quite an incandescent affair
We playing solitaire
Soliloquys, sonics and all the snare
Capitalist over Catholic
Die a millionaire
Incentive come with percentages
Contagion, is it near?
We wanna be The Bear
In this microwave culture
Hungry for Michelin
And yet you only made salsa
It's vultures
You like Pippen
Who's Pippen
Scottie Pippen. He's like that with Michael Jordan
Who is Michael Jordan
Fuck it
I know you know who Michael Jordan is
Yeah, we've heard of him in London
Yeah, I guess uh
I was like Scottie
But he was a Hall of Famer though
Number 33
Honestly, I've made a lot of mistakes
What's the secret
Just fuck up
It might be you know
Fuck up
Yeah
I'm living my wildest dreams
Just got a DM from a journalist at Complex
Going through his Insta
Just to see if it ain't nonsense
Papercut everything if you're going through my content
Hope he's present when I get my pgLang contract
Damn, learn to trust the process
I keep holding on to songs
Think I'm making progress
I guess, its something that's rooted within my conscience
Do they even know I'm an artist
Going through my wish list like I cannot afford this
School of life done taught us
4,700 different courses
This your favourite rapper's rigor mortis
Know alot with horses
With no idea just how gorgeous a Porshe is
And still we moving cautious like a tortoise
I ain't ambidextrous
It's either way or regardless
Better be Seleoe when they ask you who your source is
Dreams of Copenhagen and seeing the Black Forest
We quality controlling niggas out of line
Cause most these niggas actually running outta lines
I'm trying to cross the T's and dot the lines
Fitted with dollar signs
Too many calculated moves
Hard to coincide with how we feel aside
I do what I love then I get criticized
All the exit strategies get minimized
Don't ask me for a verse if you ain't verified
And I ain't talking Spotify
See how many superstars you'll actually find
(The number you have dialled does not exist)
I'm constantly working
Contingency searching
Continually surging while urging for purpose is bad
A prophet in service
Its harder to worship a popular servant
A part of the circus of casts
Put that on everything instead of me
Rocking a mask
And my vanity
Let to insanity in my past
Now my only ask
Keep me grounded when I progress
Ain't got a lot to lose
But for this spirit I possess
I know when there's a lot at stake
Being a Carmy is very rare
Hard to be a Yuri
In a world brimming with Vladimirs
40 yet again
Quite an incandescent affair
We playing solitaire
Soliloquys, sonics and all the snare
Capitalist over Catholic
Die a millionaire
Incentive come with percentages
Contagion, is it near?
We wanna be The Bear
In this microwave culture
Hungry for Michelin
And yet you only made salsa
It's vultures
You like Pippen
Who's Pippen
Scottie Pippen. He's like that with Michael Jordan
Who is Michael Jordan
Fuck it
I know you know who Michael Jordan is
Yeah, we've heard of him in London
Yeah, I guess uh
I was like Scottie
But he was a Hall of Famer though
Number 33
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Writer(s): Phupu Augustinus Tikoe
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