White Flag
Thanks for checking on me
It took a lot of work to get here homie
One more lap then the checkered homie
I'm in victory lane
I got confetti on me
So cut the check
Then I cash that bitch
Then I'm like, what is next?
Then I took my ass to places I could never go
Walk inside, they treat me like I ran away from home
Uh, uh, uh
Hugs and kisses then
Yeah, I'm a be your bestest friend
See me in these pics cheesin' like it's Chuck E's band
You want a piece of the pie?
Grab a baking pan (yeah)
Cookin' hotter than an oven
What they screaming for? Who me?
That ought to tell you something
Turkalicious is forever
I could never quit
I'm your number one choice
Top candidate
(aye) Thanks for checking on me
It took a lot of work to get here homie
One more lap then the checkered homie
I'm in victory lane
I got confetti on me
Uh
So let it rain down
Another trophy in the case on display now
Don't you feel amazed?
How I went from loveable loser to the cash cow?
To the main draw, center stage, main event
I'm in your head everyday
And I ain't paying rent (uh)
But you are my kids
Once they see the magic trick
They all lost they shit
Blew your mind
Look at this
Running circles around you double time
By the time you catch up
I'm in a different line
Different lane change speeding name of the game
Better learn quick
Let me teach you something then (uh, uh)
So thanks for checking on me
It took a lot of work to get here homie
One more lap then the checkered homie
I'm in victory lane
I got confetti on me
Uh
Poppin' champagne
Getting sprayed
Basking in the glory
Staying steady, never changed
Been the same name since the early days
You had to be there mane
In my basement making mixtapes
Turkalator off the Casio
Writing everyday
Notebooks going overflow
Up all night online trying to catch a break
Doing anything I can just to make a wave
And I ain't never surfed
But I scratched the surface
If you first don't succeed
You better keep working
You know I'm a make it worth it
I don't believe in curses
But I feel their pain
Lifting heavy trying to make a gain
Wash away the stains
Nice and clean for a better day
You see me coming
You better gang way
Last lap ain't no way I'm about to lose this race
You already know babe
It's mad world
It took a lot of work to get here homie
One more lap then the checkered homie
I'm in victory lane
I got confetti on me
So cut the check
Then I cash that bitch
Then I'm like, what is next?
Then I took my ass to places I could never go
Walk inside, they treat me like I ran away from home
Uh, uh, uh
Hugs and kisses then
Yeah, I'm a be your bestest friend
See me in these pics cheesin' like it's Chuck E's band
You want a piece of the pie?
Grab a baking pan (yeah)
Cookin' hotter than an oven
What they screaming for? Who me?
That ought to tell you something
Turkalicious is forever
I could never quit
I'm your number one choice
Top candidate
(aye) Thanks for checking on me
It took a lot of work to get here homie
One more lap then the checkered homie
I'm in victory lane
I got confetti on me
Uh
So let it rain down
Another trophy in the case on display now
Don't you feel amazed?
How I went from loveable loser to the cash cow?
To the main draw, center stage, main event
I'm in your head everyday
And I ain't paying rent (uh)
But you are my kids
Once they see the magic trick
They all lost they shit
Blew your mind
Look at this
Running circles around you double time
By the time you catch up
I'm in a different line
Different lane change speeding name of the game
Better learn quick
Let me teach you something then (uh, uh)
So thanks for checking on me
It took a lot of work to get here homie
One more lap then the checkered homie
I'm in victory lane
I got confetti on me
Uh
Poppin' champagne
Getting sprayed
Basking in the glory
Staying steady, never changed
Been the same name since the early days
You had to be there mane
In my basement making mixtapes
Turkalator off the Casio
Writing everyday
Notebooks going overflow
Up all night online trying to catch a break
Doing anything I can just to make a wave
And I ain't never surfed
But I scratched the surface
If you first don't succeed
You better keep working
You know I'm a make it worth it
I don't believe in curses
But I feel their pain
Lifting heavy trying to make a gain
Wash away the stains
Nice and clean for a better day
You see me coming
You better gang way
Last lap ain't no way I'm about to lose this race
You already know babe
It's mad world
Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Pezzetta, James Turk Ii
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