- Jack Harlow State Fair 歌詞
- Jack Harlow
- My pet peeve is a camera in my face
Have you ever heard of personal space?
I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades
But now they starting to recognize the shades
Even if you hate me, you would trade
You would live this life too cause I got it made
I like my bed made, soon enough, Ill have a maid
When I buy a house, every surface gon be suede
But for now, I got a concierge downstairs
All my neighbors are gray-haired
They dont recognize me and I dont think they care
But my Postmates cant believe that I stay here (fuck)
I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair
Visit my old teachers and tell em to take care
I might take a whip instead of paying the plane fare
I still remember the way there (way there)
Aint a girl in my hometown I cant have now
Buy a building in cash, aint putting half down
The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now (laugh now)
Yeah, they fucking with Jack now
Look how they act now
Look how they act now
Look how they act now
Look how they act now
They fucking with Jack now , they fucking with-
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Baby, Im coming home, I know the kids miss me
I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey
I spent the last 12 months locked in
But tonight, Im content with existing
2015, we was on that Pen Griffey
I wanted what he had, but the shoes didnt fit me
Now the city with me and I got the kids listening
And Im a smooth operator by instinct
Word to Sade, walking round broad day
Like hey, with the windows down, Im on Broadway
And it was just a day ago, I was in Daygo like the damn Padres
Now Im at my grandparents letting my grandpa say
What he wants to say
Cause nowadays, Im in the paper once a day
And it aint always positive, its a bunch of things
But fuck it, man, I done graduated from younger days
And if I aint running things, soon, Ill be running things
Im an artist, man, you just make fun of things
Im the hardest, man, yall dont know what to say
This albums a museum, so please dont touch a thing
Its okay to give me props, dont make it such a pain
Its okay to give me top, dont make it such a thing
Dont get offended if we met and I say, 'Whats your name?'
I been flying round the country for 300 days
But I aint bout to justify how I adjust to fame
Fuck the fame, from the jump, we aint been cut the same
I got so much, but I still think about whats unobtained
Never been the type for wanting things
I want power (I want power)
I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour
I want my dogs to know that this shit is ours
I want respect, I dont want flowers
I know they gon quote this
The flow dont make no sense, the pocket is potent
It used to be potential, but now its some grown shit
Damn, that boy floating, he treat them beats like they oceans
All these people wanna greet like we old friends
I aint holding back, tell the media, 'Hold this'
I know I said I miss you, but I secretly dont miss
I got stories and Im bringing em home with me
(Gangsta)
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