Jack Harlow Lyrics

EP: The Handsome Harlow (2015)

Every Night lyrics - Jack Harlow

Creepin' down the avenue

Neighbors looking out the window, watchin' as I'm passin' through

Bass bumpin' while I'm ridin' with a pack of goons

Mobbin' through the city all we ever do is act a fool

I ain't going back to school, yeah I swear I really mean it

Never gave a fuck about my grades and yet I'm still a genius

If I ever said I like you that was real facetious

All these girls just say I'm handsome

Bet they wanna feel my penis

Life is such a slippery slope

If I did it once I probably did it some more

If you tell me don't do it, I'm gon' give it a go

And if it's Friday night I won't be sittin' at home

So meet me at Qudoba, I'm gon' roll up it ain't nothin' to me

Pinto beans in my burrito, roll it up and shove it in me

Then we hit the spot, I roll it up, and then you puff it quickly

Rollin' with my homies cause they keep that shit one-hunned fifty

Let's go

Man, you know we do this errynight

Imma keep on movin' till I'm paralyzed

I won't shed a tear until my parents die, swear to god

Got the whole neighborhood terrified

Ain't no turnin' the key

I got this shit locked down and it's workin' for me

Probably heard I'm a beast, that's the word on the street

Controversial with the verses, been disturbing the peace

And lately I been learnin' bout the birds and the bees

Dropped a mix tape and lost my virginity

All this shit talkin' ain't discouragin' me

Cause I know what I envision's what I'm certain to be

Yeah we be movin' so anonymously

Yup, tell 'em no limits when you ridin' with me

You kinda like me except you not as crispy

We up at Applebees probably droppin' fifty

And I been the type to leave a generous ass tip too

I ain't got no problems so please tell me what's the issue

I don't need opinions all them shits have been distorted

I ain't trippin' over nothin' worry bout it in the mornin'

Let's go

Man, you know we do this errynight

Imma keep on movin' till I'm paralyzed

I won't shed a tear until my parents die, swear to god

Got the whole neighborhood terrified

Ridin' Round Town lyrics - Jack Harlow

Young boy, big dreams, ain't nobody got those no more

All these motherfuckers wanna ride my wave

That's cool if it floats your boat

People be living vicariously through me

Say you my friend, but I swear you a groupie

I am myself, I am like no one else

So there's really no use in comparin' to me

Man, I swear it's amusing

Honestly though, you must think that I'm stupid

Spent all my life just observing these humans

And watching their movements, I'm seeing right through it

You see what I'm doing, I'm bringing the heat

And I'm bringing the passion

I think I'm the shit, I can tell that that bothers you

Honestly, all that I needs a reaction

Back to the hustle

Rise to the top from the ash and the rubble

When they send shots, I don't have to rebuttal

I'm a hurricane homie, you a splash in the puddle

So what is the motive?

I just assume that you want me to notice

I just assume that you secretly love me and honestly

Probably don't want me to know it

Looking for that thing that gon' change my life

Man that shit's so real, had to say that twice

Hands on the wheel, I'm a take my time

I'm just searching for something that's new to me

Truthfully, usually, naturally I would be doin' me

Lately it seems like I'm not what I used to be

I'm just ridin' round town, ridin' round town

Yeah, I said I'm ridin' round town

Looking for that brand new

Yeah, I said I'm looking for that brand new

Ridin' round town, ridin' round town

Yeah, I said I'm ridin' round town

Looking for that one thing

Yeah, I said I'm looking for that one thing

Looking for that thing that gon' change my life

Man that shit's so real, had to say that twice

Hands on the wheel, I'm a take my time

I'm just searching for something that's new to me

Truthfully, usually, naturally I would be doin' me

Lately it seems like I'm not what I used to be

I been searching for the truth, but I ain't find no answers

Questioning the facts, since back when I was in pampers

Looking for myself, trying to find me

Trying not to give a fuck about society's standards

Doing what I do, cause your boy got the flame

That gon' take him to the top like a Chinese lantern

Everybody really wanna have an opinion

Something that they never really had to begin with

So tuned in, but they don't do shit

If you say one thing, then they act so offended

Ya girl say she likes how I rap when I spit shit

Face got the beauty and the ass got the thickness

Spit something for her cause she look real good

And I'm trying to impress till I'm back to the business

If you in the crowd, hope you got your hands up

Look up in the mirror, I just got more handsome

When you in the whip, this an aux cord anthem

Played this for my dad and my pop's like, "Damn, son!"

If I want it, I'ma do it, to be honest with you homie

I ain't fucking with your music

You've been going through the motions

I've been running through the movements

I've got tunnel vision, honest, you don't want to get into it

They love the way I spit it, something like its mucus

Saying I'm the shit like I'm running through the sewage

I would do it all day if I could, but I can't

Cause I spend seven hours in a public institution

I'm talking all day, fella

This the type of shit that makes Kanye jealous

Its like an intervention going on the game

Cause I promise that it's nothing that y'all can't tell us

Looking for that thing that gon' change my life

Man that shit's so real, had to say that twice

Hands on the wheel, I'm a take my time

I'm just searching for something that's new to me

Truthfully, usually, naturally I would be doin' me

Lately it seems like I'm not what I used to be

I'm just ridin' round town, ridin' round town

Yeah, I said I'm ridin' round town

Looking for that brand new

Yeah, I said I'm looking for that brand new

Ridin' round town, ridin' round town

Yes I'm ridin' round town

Looking for that one thing

Yeah, I said I'm looking for that one thing

Looking for that thing that gon' change my life

Man that shit's so real, had to say that twice

Hands on the wheel, I'm a take my time

I'm just searching for something that's new to me

Truthfully, usually, naturally I would be doin' me

Lately it seems like I'm not what I used to be

5-0 lyrics - Jack Harlow

Said I'm from the 5-0

I don't fuck with 5-0

Whipping through your neighborhood

They telling me to drive slow, I don't

Man I swear I'm in my zone

Looking in the mirror, someone tell me where the time goes

Yeah I got the key in the ignition

Yeah I'm bout my business

Yeah I know you say I'm on a mission

Yeah you know I'm disrespectful

I be creeping through the kitchen

Up at 2AM, I'm tiptoeing

Reaching to the fridge to get some orange juice

Yeah I'm sipping straight out the jug

No my family wouldn't like it

But I ain't give a fuck

Say what you want

Don't nobody do like this

I go from cautious to reckless soon as the moonlight hits

Now we ridin' round, ridin' round

Taking in the sights and sounds of this side of town

Looking for experience that I can write about

And I take advantage of my time 'fore my time is out

Cause I said I'm

Said I'm from the 5-0

I don't fuck with 5-0

Whipping through your neighborhood

They telling me to drive slow, I don't

Man I swear I'm in my zone

Looking in the mirror, someone tell me where the time goes

Said I'm from the 5-0

I don't fuck with 5-0

Whipping through your neighborhood

They telling me to drive slow, I don't

Man I swear I'm in my zone

Looking in the mirror, someone tell me where the time goes

I'm so well-behaved, respectful til the sun goes down

After that there really ain't no telling what's going down

They giving us advice

But we living how we like

People saying what the fuck

But we ain't givin' under night

When my parents get to asking

Bout what we've been busy doing

It's a song about everything

I don't never mention to 'em

Shit is grown, we've been plotting in an empty lot park

Speeding down the street, I'm looking out for cop cars

Just a couple blocks away from the police station

And I ain't fucking with the pigs, like I don't eat bacon

Always had trouble respecting limits

Tonight is such a blessing, I wish it was never-

Said I'm from the 5-0

I don't fuck with 5-0

Whipping through your neighborhood

They telling me to drive slow, I don't

Man I swear I'm in my zone

Looking in the mirror, someone tell me where the time goes

Said I'm from the 5-0

I don't fuck with 5-0

Whipping through your neighborhood

They telling me to drive slow, I don't

Man I swear I'm in my zone

Looking in the mirror, someone tell me where the time goes

Power Tools lyrics - Jack Harlow

Check this out

Bitch I'm from the 502 and I rep it to the fullest

Feeling like it wouldn't hurt to step in front of bullets

I'm the man now you the type to Instagram pictures

With your hand up on the trigger but you never want to pull it

But yo, I'm not gettin' mixed up in that racket

It's intimidating, I'm just trying to pick apart the madness

I'm just wondering where you kids are getting semi-automatics

Do your parents buy them for you just to give to ya'll as presents

I'm just curious, but Ima get back to this rappin'

And talk about the fact I'm doing shit you can't imagine

Ask your Mom about me homie

She been giving me that action

Had a thing ever since she used to pick me up from practice

But I'm done with asking questions

I'm usually pretty cautious but tonight I'm acting reckless

And I know the clock is ticking on my youth and adolescence

I feel like if I just blink it could be gone in half a second

So I, take advantage of these moments 'fore I lose them

And the mood to be rebellious even I know it's stupid

I don't know what's on my mind right now

I'm hoping I don't lose it

Just came up in this bitch to go and show you how I do it

H-A-R-L-O-W

If I want it then I got it what the Hell you gonna do

She told me that I'm handsome and I'm hella fucking cute

Know these fellas can't believe it, but I'm telling y'all the truth

Take her so quick they gon' call that shit burglary

And I'm so finally handsome thought I got plastic surgery

Tell them take a pool of bleach

And have a shot glass of mercury

You wanna see me quit

You prolly gonna have to murder me but

Please don't, I like living all this

Rhyme spinning gotta fellas mind spinning

Got ya girl up in my whip she wanna take a ride in it

Couple hours go by she asking, "What time is it?"

Uh, she said I'm nerdy but attractive and I'm charming

Yeah she liked 'fore she heard I was a rapper

This my life and I'm just living 'fore we turn to the next chapter

Scheming like a stallion steady lurking in the patches

Wishing that my first name coulda been Lorenzo

Mixtape dropped but I'm still getting friendzoned

Mixtape dropped but I still haven't hit though

At this point I'm praying for some neck no lymph-nodes

Spit flow, get dough

That is the career path

Told them I'm a rapper, but they ain't tryna hear that

Clear path to the destination I've been dreaming 'bout

If you got directions for me go ahead and leave them out

I'm trying to focus on what matters to me

I understand the value of a Masters degree

But that ain't for me

Nah it just ain't cool and just like everybody else

Man I hate school, this shit is wack

Every single day is like Hell for me

Sitting there for seven hours waiting for a bell to ring

Honestly it's not like I'm not trying to learn

It's that the school system's killing my desire to learn

But I ain't one to talk about taking action

Cause if I really cared I would make it happen

The less I fuck around then the more I know

But I refuse to buckle down for a 4.0

Cause I been looking but I haven't found me any patience for

Anything that has to do with balancing equations or

Stoichiometry, Pythagoream theorem

I'm, looking at my teacher but don't actually hear them

To be honest with you

I've been feeling like a misfit

I know my life passion and I really think I'm gifted

I know my teacher thinks that I must really be dipshit

I guess I got to show em what's really realistic

Really realistic

Guess I got to show what's really realistic

Bitch I'm from the 502

Reppin' to the fullest

H-A-R-L-O-W

mixtape: Finally Handsome (2014)

S.A.V. lyrics - Jack Harlow

I gotta be honest

I didn't want to do it to him like this

Ain't nobody fucking with a kid from Louisville (Louisville)

My fucking trampers in a cast, no movie deal (Movie deal)

Shit kill with the bars, man, I'm truly ill

Spray tan, fade, nails look the booty real

I can guarantee 'cause she's in the tenth grade (Very well)

But them yoga pants got her lookin' like Kim K. (Kardashian)

I'm tryna focus but I can't do it

And when I came home, I'ma masturbate to it (Yeah)

If we're being honest, can nobody stop me (Nobody)

Think it's [?] about the 'Ville since Muhammad Ali (Bang, bang)

All you really gotta do is drop a hot beat (Drop it)

Critics say that I'm the next Mahatma Gandhi (Buddhist)

You got that right, I mean I'm not that nice

But I throw the peace sign 'cause I'm ain't 'bout that life

I ain't never so cold 'cause I got that Sprite

I ain't never been to [?], but I could rock that mic

Cut my hair for my mom, so I bun 'em, steal my dead skin (Yeah, right)

And worry and then I don't go bald like my dad did

When I can't tell, the first thing I'm buyin' is

A case full of Bosley and I'ma start applying it (I ain't goin' bald)

'Cause I don't care if it's hereditary

Only thing I'm worrying 'bout is making sure my head is hairy

Jewfro, yet they call me pube-head

But I ain't worried 'bout it 'cause I know I'm too fresh

That's the truth like Paul Pierce

Spent the last three years waitin' for the all-clear

Tim Ford yelling, "Don't believe what I got in store"

Fast break, 'bout to wipe you up at down the gym floor

Grab a pitchfork, tell me where the village is

I'm about to pillage it, damn, I'm feelin' villainous

Killin' it, who would [?], diligent, plus I'm [?]

Doin' it for the thrill of it, flickerin' like a filament (Ying)

Y'all gon' have to wait 'til it hits the fan

Spend my whole spring break scrollin' down Instagram

Double-tap her pictures of these girls in her bikinis

I'm jealous, but I know the whole world is gonna see me one day (One day)

[?] self for all these shortcomings

And the fact that I get worried is who makes me more funny

'Cause I know it's bound to work out soon (Girls!)

Finally made this song you can work out to

[?] be get you goin', [?] you already know I'm rollin'

Motorboating through the competition without no opponents

Hold the phone, they say they call [?]

And no, we don't, I know we're dying

[?] drawin', I'm just waitin' on that Kodak only (Woo!)

'Cause I know it's coming for me

Drop a hunnid on me

Funny story, I don't love the money, I just want the glory (I just want the glory)

And I promise that I'm really worth it

Funny how I'm murdering these pussies, yet I'm still a virgin (Woo!)

That's the true virgin! (Woo!)

But I'm murdering and still a virgin!

I said I'm still a virgin!

Materialize lyrics - Jack Harlow

Your the type of girl I'd love to get to know

I don't hit the gym but I can hit your phone

I could touch your heart baby I can hit your soul

And if you like the way it sounds maybe you could go ahead and

Bounce that ass

Yeah I told her "bounce that ass"

Broke right now but I'm sittin' on a mound of cash

Ain't got it yet but soon I'll be countin' racks

Ima get this music movin' like an ounce of crack, no joke

They be gettin' buzzed off the e-cig

Faded from the swag and it only took 'em three hits

It ain't the sweet shit, I just let it rotate

Seen them tryna stunt but homie all that shit is opaque

Told me that I'm so gay

Oh no, no way

Oh well, go and ask your mom if I got no game

Cause truth be told, thirty five ain't truly old

All I know is every time I see 'em and that booty swole

She be like "Jack, how are things up in the studio?"

And I be like "Good, how are things up in that bootyhole?"

And she laughs like "oh my goodness you are such a silly goose"

Sorry that's your mom bro I'm just being real with you

Whole crew turnin', steering wheel turnin'

Ain't nobody worried 'bout what they gotta turn in

Designated driver and all I gots' a permit

It don't really matter though we keep that rubber burnin', uh

Yeah I told her "bounce that ass"

Broke right now but I'm sittin' on a mound of cash

Ain't got it yet but soon I'll be countin' racks

Ima get this music movin' like an ounce of crack, no joke

The black girls yellin' "Ah, he's on butt!"

Pretty sure that that's ebonics for "Ah shucks, he's gone nuts"

You washed up, everything you did was all luck

Get crossed up, I'm so sick I'm nauseous

Number one rule is I ain't the one to fool with

Like my Dad says "I'm not interested in bullshit"

These rappers sound sweet and Ima top 'em off with cool whip

Got some friends in the east end loadin' full clips

I'm not 'bout it but they are

In the end I know that they got me like State Farm

I can hit 'em with a textbook, left hook

Knock 'em out cold so he wakes up with a fresh look, let's cook

Ima Heisenberger rhymin' words

Mighta heard that I'm a quiet nerd 'til I start to write a verse

It's time to work, put together a franchise

Started from the ground up now I'm a landslide

People don't like the way I'm spendin' my damn time

Guess that they don't know that my career is a landmine

Anti lame-o's with ant-sized bankrolls

Got the same love life as Manti Te'o

Ya'll been hatin' on me since the man was like a day old

Now I'm 'bout to blow up have the fans like ayo

I used to know him when he wasn't nearly that size

Never really thought it'd all materialize

Bounce that ass, yeah I told her "bounce that ass"

Broke right now but I'm sittin' on a mound of cash

Ain't got it yet but soon I'll be countin' racks

Ima get this music movin' like an ounce of crack, no joke

It's Pointless lyrics - Jack Harlow

Pat White

I used to know that I could rap, now I know I'm a prodigy

Lately I've been feeling, emotionless honestly

So I'm thinkin' with my head, 'cause I know where I gotta be

When I put my mind to it, man, no one is stoppin' me, but

I don't wanna talk about my aspirations

'Cause sometimes, I be havin' trouble havin' patience

I'm an aggravatin', masturbatin', rap sensation with the swagger of a premature ejaculation

Uncontrollable, and I don't know when to stop

As long as the beat's playin', man, the flow doesn't stop

When I roll down the block, all the bros wanna talk

And tell me, how they're tryin' not to get exposed by the cops like

"I'm really getting sick of this place"

"I gotta blow up on that dro to help me get through the day"

"I can't trust the government because the system is fake"

"And if I have to break the law, well that's a risk Imma take"

Chillin' with the bros, I think we're 'bout to go somewhere but really I don't know

We're all about as flexible as acrobats, and I'm just waitin' on this girl to Snapchat me back

We're kinda friends, but at the same time we're not

'Cause I'm pretty sure she knows that I think she's hot

I try not to make it awkward at all, but, you know?

Just forget it, let's get on with the song

I'm a sneaky young fella, but they never notice

I be stealing Wi-Fi if that network open

I be Edgar Poe'n, with them clever poems

She said my pale skin make me look like Edward Cullen

It's like Guinness when you talkin', record broken

They try to understand, but won't ever know it

So give it up one time for my side of town

Mean-muggin' other people when I ride around

Now it's the H-A-R-L-O dubs

Flow so tight it never felt so snug

Felt my cell-phone buzz over a elbow nudge

I be dishin' out that dope but don't sell no drugs

But I'm sneakin' 'round the city while I'm lurkin' in these alleyways

Everybody act the same, wishin' they was out of place

Proud to say I'm doing me, only me for what it's worth

Sick enough to buss a verse that make your fuckin' stomach hurt

Chillin' with the bros, I think we're 'bout to go somewhere but really I don't know

We're all about as flexible as acrobats, and I'm just waitin' on this girl to Snapchat me back

We're kinda friends, but at the same time we're not

'Cause I'm pretty sure she knows that I think she's hot

I try not to make it awkward at all, but, you know?

Just forget it, let's get on with the song

I'm just tryna give 'em lyrics that they could pass on

Perfectin' every line when I'm makin' rap songs

But perfection ain't perfect if it's takin' that long

Lazy with my retainer so my braces back on

But I look good, I feel nice, the weathers' amazing

I'm becomin' a man, I'm gettin' better at shavin'

I'm feelin' handsome at the moment, borderline sort of fly

Can't wait until my facial structure gets more defined

And I shed a little baby fat, ooh I think I'm Johnny Depp

Ask 'em when I'm finna make it, man I swear I'm probably next

I promise that you not as fresh

I'm going hard, you not a wreck

Stop a check, detail-oriented 'til it's all correct

I know that I suck I know I'm appealing

Everybody sees me different, I'm a social chameleon

You might want an explanation for the things that you are seein'

Just know I'm a extraordinary human being

Chillin' with the bros, I think we're 'bout to go somewhere but really I don't know

We're all about as flexible as acrobats, and I'm just waitin' on this girl to Snapchat me back

We're kinda friends, but at the same time we're not

'Cause I'm pretty sure she knows that I think she's hot

I try not to make it awkward at all, but, you know?

Just forget it, let's get on with the song

Cruisin' lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Kal Weinstein)

When this beat came on the speakers, man, I knew it was the one

No agenda for tonight, man, we just doin' what we want

If I gotta pick and choose, then I would choose to have some fun

Ain't no drinkin' in the whip, but we still cruisin' like the rum

When this beat came on the speakers, man, I knew it was the one

No agenda for tonight, man, we just doin' what we want

If I gotta pick and choose, then I would choose to have some fun

Ain't no drinkin' in the whip, but we still cruisin' like the rum

Rollin' 'round town in the passenger seat (What)

My boy got the whip, as we pass through the streets (Okay)

Slumped to the seat while I bump to the beat

While my dad's on the phone tryna ask where I be (Yeah, but)

But, I ain't feel the phone vibrate in my cargoes

You know what it is, man, you know it's young Harlow (Harlow!)

See a fine chick, and I'm peepin' that shit

'Cause you know the boy gotta check her out like a barcode (She bad like)

Woah, in the zone, man, I gotta get home

Curfew twelve-thirty and it's twelve-fifteen (Fifteen)

Drive by slow, and I'm high off life

So my eyes hang low like my self-esteem (Kush)

Nah, just playin' I'm the man right now

Man, I swear to God, life ain't never felt this sweet (Never felt this sweet)

Haven't felt this free since elementary

And tonight is a night that I'm relishing

I am just trying to get through the obstacles

Hoping tonight doesn't end in the hospital

Working things out like that shit was abdominals

Then I just cruise, Mission Impossible

Like a white vacation

Man, I swear sometimes life's amazing

Sit back in the nighttime, at the right time

And you know the young boy mind is racing (Okay)

White suburbs to the all-black ghettos

Top to the bottom, first to the last levels

To the last lights in the dead night, like, woah now

Slow down, put his foot on the gas pedal (Skrrt!)

Got that hype and I got that metal

Got that bass and I got that treble

Time stays tickin' on this life I'm livin'

So goin' back home ain't on my schedule

When this beat came on the speakers, man, I knew it was the one

No agenda for tonight, man, we just doin' what we want

If I gotta pick and choose, then I would choose to have some fun (Yeah)

Ain't no drinkin' in the whip, but we still cruisin' like the rum (Ha, haha)

Oh shit, I just turned eighteen

No curfew now, gotta work that thing

And my new girlfriend got her tongue just pierced

But she goin' down on me tryna hurt that thing

I'm unprobable, smokin' through all of my obstacles

Like I'm a agent on Mission Impossible

They tryna throw alcohol on my cup

Well, bitch I got a bottle full

Young kid flye'd out, well I really didn't fly here

But I'm lookin' real fly now

Put me up in my house, got a swisher for the beat ride

Now we really finna vibe out

Enemies on time-out, lookin' for jokes to get the rhymes out

I ain't stickin 'round to find out

Plus I got the boy J-Harlow spittin' straight bars

In the dark until he ready to shine out

This my jam, we ain't never make no plans

Weekends throwin' up bands, gimme that advance

And give and Harlow a chance, bitch

You ain't never rolled no grams bitch

You ain't never seen these girls

But I'm 'bout to get between 'em like a sandwhich

And I'm tryna see this world

Got the globe in my mo'fuckin' hands bitch

Now I ain't tryna be the king of the world

But I also wasn't tryna put my thing in your girl

Heard of accidents?

Mo'fucka yeah that's what happens when you talk shit like a laxative

So gone give it a swirl when you around

The white boys holdin' it down for two towns

From Louisville to Manassas

We get it packin', we rappin and spreadin' love

When this beat came on the speakers, man, I knew it was the one

No agenda for tonight, man, we just doin' what we want

If I gotta pick and choose, then I would choose to have some fun

Ain't no drinkin' in the whip, but we still cruisin' like the rum

When this beat came on the speakers, man, I knew it was the one

No agenda for tonight, man, we just doin' what we want

If I gotta pick and choose, then I would choose to have some fun

Ain't no drinkin' in the whip, but we still cruisin' like the rum, yeah

Halfway Home lyrics - Jack Harlow

Okay these people think they know me and they might

Imma be honest but that's only for tonight

If you step up to me homie then you know we 'bout to fight

And she want a real man I could show her what that's like

Not really, I'm kind of a pussy

Every fella in the building wants a bite of the cookie

And to be honest I'm overwhelmed

You prolly don't know me well

I'm frontin' like I'm somethin' but it's honestly show and tell

I'm tryna trade my v-card in for a driver's license

They said that I should wait until I find the right chick

So I guess I'll get a girl that I could ride my bike with

And when we grow old she can ride on my nine-inch

Set of rims that I'm gonna buy for my car

Gotta get 'em chromed out 'til they shine with the stars

I tell the truth, I ain't never lied with these bars

On a lazy Sunday man I'm tryna re-charge

They don't ever know what to expect, ha

Ima have to show 'em I'm the best, ha

Never knew that I was doper than the rest, ha

Got your girl touchin' on my shoulders and my chest, ha

Halfway home and I'm feelin' like a winner

Still the young boy but I ain't no beginner

We can get it poppin' if you really want to

You deserve a round so baby come through

People think they know me and they might

Ima be honest but that's only for tonight

If you step up to me homie then you know we 'bout to fight

And she want a real man I could show you what that's like, uh

One's in my pocket and some change in the fanny pack

Flows so stupid I be parkin' in the handicap

Parking spot night or day, dark or not hard to stop

[?] I just hit the mic, lay it down and mark the spot

I [?] in the studio

Chillin' with the boys while we steady playin' You-Gi-Oh

Girls want my heart 'cause they know the kid is truly dope

Ion play with love though, I ain't Ricky Rubio

But the other side of me thinks maybe I'm just scared

I want a girlfriend that understands and likes playing with my hair

I want a girlfriend that comprehends that everything ain't always fair

And doesn't passive-aggressively have to say that she don't care

They don't ever know what to expect, ha

Ima have to show 'em I'm the best, ha

Never knew that I was doper than the rest, ha

Got your girl touchin' on my shoulders and my chest, ha

Halfway home and I'm feelin' like a winner

Still the young boy but I ain't no beginner

We can get it poppin' if you really want to

You deserve a round so baby come through

Ok these people think they know me and they might

Ima be honest but that's only for tonight

If you step up to me homie then you know we 'bout to fight

And she want a real man I could show you what that's like, uh

'Cause I'm extroverted, introverted

Drop a beat I'm finna murk it

Write the bars and spit the verses

All you rappers been deserted

Skippin' dinner, get dessert, I hit the track and get to work

Analyze the situation tryna pick out which is worse

Watchin all these women twerkin', vicious when they get it workin'

Swear to God it's picture-perfect even if it isn't worth it

And I'm writin' 'til the pen is burnin'

Still doin' me just a different version

I'm 'bout to get it go ahead and tell 'em fall back

I got the raw tracks homie you ain't all that

We can get it poppin' if you really want to

You deserve a round so baby come through

They don't ever know what to expect, ha

Ima have to show 'em I'm the best, ha

Never knew that I was doper than the rest, ha

Got your girl touchin' on my shoulders and my chest, ha

Halfway home and I'm feelin' like a winner

Still the young boy but I ain't no beginner

We can get it poppin' if you really want to

You deserve a round so baby come through

They don't ever know what to expect, ha

Ima have to show 'em I'm the best, ha

Never knew that I was doper than the rest, ha

Got your girl touchin' on my shoulders and my chest, ha

Halfway home and I'm feelin' like a winner

Still the young boy but I ain't no beginner

We can get it poppin' if you really want to

You deserve a round so baby come through

All This Love lyrics - Jack Harlow

Oh, oh baby

Everything 'bout you girl it's oh so great

Used to think this shit was corny 'til I saw your face

Then it clicked for me, now it make sense to me

Now I'm thinkin' bout you and I'm only livin' blissfully

'Cause when I look at you, girl, I don't get an erection

I think about how I wanna give you affection

I'm only 16, so it's better to do it

And take all this love and invest it in you

I got a bad chick with me who ain't interested yet

She's always in my mind I ain't gettin' no rest

And if she says she don't like me I might give it a rest

Until then, no, I'ma have to give it my best

Every single time that she sends me a text

I feel the butterflies slowly creeping into my chest

I'm fantasizing thinkin' 'bout the way she fits in a dress

And to be honest, I don't think that I can live with the stress

I know I might sound a lil' cliche

Every time I see her, I just wanna hit the freeze frame, replay

Gotta talk to you 'cause the rest don't listen

And them yoga pants give your boy X-Ray vision

You the prettiest girl I've ever seen

Put that down on on everything

Ever since I met you every night I've had the wettest dreams

And that's real

Everything 'bout you girl it's oh so great

Used to think this shit was corny 'til I saw your face

Then it clicked for me, now it make sense to me

Now I'm thinkin' bout you and I'm only livin' blissfully

'Cause when I look at you, girl, I don't get an erection

I think about how I wanna give you affection

I'm only 16, so it's better to do it

And take all this love and invest it in you

Everything 'bout you girl it's oh so great

Used to think this shit was corny 'til I saw your face

Then it clicked for me, now it make sense to me

Now I'm thinkin' bout you and I'm only livin' blissfully

'Cause when I look at you, girl, I don't get an erection

I think about how I wanna give you affection

I'm only 16, so it's better to do it

And take all this love and invest it in you (Yeah)

Girl, I'm so infatuated with you

Swear your body bangin', let me grab it while I kiss you

I know I'm not the best but I'm just glad that's not an issue

'Cause most of the time I'm stuck at home masturbatin' to you

Tonight is lookin' different though, I think I'm in the zone

With you, all the time, but I swear we never been this close

If the feeling isn't mutual then I can hit the road

But if you're vibin' with me, baby, we can get to know

Each other just a little, you've been all on my mind

Maybe we can spend a little quality time

If I gotta wait for you I can fall in line

I'm only 16, we've got all of our lives

So tell me, if I got a chance, what's the probability?

If I'm so in love with you, how could you not be feelin' me?

Everything fell into place and everything is makin' sense

I just don't know why she ain't convinced

Everything 'bout you girl it's oh so great

Used to think this shit was corny 'til I saw your face

Then it clicked for me, now it make sense to me

Now I'm thinkin' bout you and I'm only livin' blissfully

'Cause when I look at you, girl, I don't get an erection

I think about how I wanna give you affection

I'm only 16, so it's better to do it

And take all this love and invest it in you

Everything 'bout you girl it's oh so great

Used to think this shit was corny 'til I saw your face

Then it clicked for me, now it make sense to me

Now I'm thinkin' bout you and I'm only livin' blissfully

'Cause when I look at you, girl, I don't get an erection

I think about how I wanna give you affection

I'm only 16, so it's better to do it

And take all this love and invest it in you

Winter Jacket lyrics - Jack Harlow

Pat White

Ran into a east side thug, but I'm peace sign throwin'

Said "wassup?" and asked him how the street life's goin'

Told me he'd been chillin', "tryna keep my eyes open

'Cause anything can happen when them street light's glowin'"

The sun goes down, but the block keeps lit

Steppin' over cracks where the concrete splits

Wind blowin' got me on my long sleeves, y'all see

I've been feelin' good like all weekend (Pat White)

And the streets lookin' desolate, late night pedestrian

Silhouettes extra thin, paranoia settin' in

Worst-case scenario is runnin' through my head again

Thoughts that I been thinkin' I've been tryin' not to let 'em in, uh

Errybody needs friends, because every week we tryna have an awesome weekend

Pitch-black, ain't no tellin' where the darkest street ends

By the way, has anybody seen Brent?

Slippin' on my winter jacket

Watch me as I slip into the winner's bracket

Chillin' for a minute 'til we get it crackin'

Girl, I'm so invested in this interaction

Da-da-da-da

I know it's cold out, I know it's dark out

Da-da-da-da

I know it's cold out, I know it's dark out (Cold out, Pat White)

Sweatshirt tight, we about to start the winter

Hand my garbage to my friends, 'cause I don't have the heart to litter, uh

Too young to interact with bartenders

But these bars that I tend to are harsher than sharp splinters

Money equals food, so I ask you if you've got the dough

Calories, I pack 'em in, metabolism got me though

Borrow just a couple bucks, but every week it doubles up

Enough's enough, I ain't comin' back until my funds is up (Pat White)

Bumpin' with the tempo, bustin' that extendo

Chillin' with my friends, doin' something to someone else's expense

We were outside McDonald's last week, and my friend put his nutsack on the window

Right in front the cashier, that's as funny as it gets, yo

Took off and booked it like we runnin' for the end zone

They puffin' on the window, but you should know I been though

Yeah you should know I own it boy, you somethin' like a rental

Slippin' on my winter jacket

Watch me as I slip into the winner's bracket

Chillin' for a minute 'til we get it crackin'

Girl, I'm so invested in this interaction (Pat White)

Da-da-da-da

I know it's cold out, I know it's dark out

Da-da-da-da

I know it's cold out, I know it's dark out (Pat White)

Da-da-da-da

I know it's cold out, I know it's dark out

Da-da-da-da

I know it's cold out, I know it's dark out

Birthday Money lyrics - Jack Harlow

Yo, yo

Okay, okay, okay

Man, I got songs to write, homework due

10 P.M. and I'm overdue

Sunday night, hit the sack

Wake up next day go to school

Life sucks, but not really though

Currently, man, I'm [?] flow

Heard of me, man, I'm ill and dope

Murder beats then I kill the flow

And I'm doin' me, son, you ain't comin' close

Take you outta your comfort zone

Bust a flow and I run the show

'Bout to cut you short like summer clothes

I go in on my B-Day

Go out for that cheesecake

Stay up late with a plate of cake

And a young boy still tryna make that bank

They say it's toward my college fund

I just hope that college fun

All they throw is hunnids 'cause they glad that I'm their daughter's son

Ridin' round now I'm well behaved

Working hard 'til my wealth is safe

Mess with me and you melt away, man, name a rapper do well as me

I'm straight to the point Tim Hardaway

Got 'em jelly, like marmalade

I'ma go hard 'til the bar is raised

She got me sprung like March to May

It's Harlow, man, I'm too raw

Spit foul, no loose ball

Got 'em sayin', "Dang", 'cause I'm ballin' like [?]

Ceiling on that roof attached, I'm movin' back, you dudes is wack

Same Routine lyrics - Jack Harlow

I woke up this morning feeling relatively tired

And my head falling flatter than some hella empty tires

But she tellin' me I'm flyer, I'm the element of fire

And it's helpin' me to feel myself, as self esteem gets higher, uh

Poundin' the drum, Algebra 1

Never in my life heard the sound of a gun

But I'm out on a hunt, still out on a run

Pound of the sun weighin' down on my lungs

86 in June, and I hate that I'm in school

One more day until I boost, got some things I gotta do, uh

Good luck tryna find a boy hot as this

'Cause I'm tryna be the key, Stoyanovich

Go and drop a hit so they jockin' it

Then try to tell me you not convinced

In my room for hours straight

Got me feelin' out of date

Class room feel like outer space

Every day's about the same

Got the same routine every day this week

Good chance it'll be the same next week

All I'm really tryna do is stay asleep

Livin' this life but it ain't for me

Everything the same now, every single day now

All I'm really tryna do is figure everything out

Stand up, lay down, same bed, same house

Chained up life style, know I'm 'bout to break out

Right now I'm waking up at 6 in the morn'

Mom gets pissed and she kicks in the door

Home from school watching clips of the porn

Doin' homework, I don't get what it's for

Everything the same now, every single day now

All I'm really tryna do is figure everything out

Stand up, lay down, same bed, same house

Chained up life style, know I'm 'bout to break out

Let's take a look at what's on the agenda for today

I procrastinate on some homework instead of gettin' it out the way

Uh, boy got heat for the masses

'Cause my voice sound be so attractive

Y'all enjoy T.V. while I practice

Y'all can't join my league with this rappin', uh

Piss so clear I can see my reflection

Pray to god she don't see my erection

Lately spent my free time flexin'

On the mic 'til they see my direction

Know what's up when I'm rollin' up and you livin' life to its emptiest

Envious 'cause my pen be sick

Chicken scratch is my penmanship

Eat a plate of them Zebra® Cakes

Ain't seein' straight but I'm feelin' great

I can see the day that my dreams is made

I got a method, man, I'm 'bout to bring the pain

Yes indeed but it's my destiny

But these teachers arestill testin' me

Can't work in no cubicle so this flow I spit's a necessity

Got the same routine every day this week

Good chance it'll be the same next week

All I'm really tryna do is stay asleep

Livin' this life but it ain't for me

Everything the same now, every single day now

All I'm really tryna do is figure everything out

Stand up, lay down, same bed, same house

Chained up life style, know I'm 'bout to break out

Right now I'm waking up at 6 in the morn'

Mom gets pissed and she kicks in the door

Home from school watching clips of the porn

Doin' homework, I don't get what it's for

Everything the same now, every single day now

All I'm really tryna do is figure everything out

Stand up, lay down, same bed, same house

Chained up life style, know I'm 'bout to break out

Family Vacation lyrics - Jack Harlow

Yeah (Yeah)

Ever since sixth grade, all the other kids say

That I'm such a bitch-made, wannabe, renaissance man (Uh)

But my shit bangs, all I do is spit flames on 'em

Like get it, hot damn, yo, that kid is not playin' (Not playin')

I dream about a place where the lights dim down (Dim down)

And when they all treat me like a white Chris Brown (Chris Brown)

They wasn't big on me, but I might fit now (Fit now)

I grew up just a little and they like my style (Yeah they do)

But I think that that's a ways away

It's gonna be a little while 'fore I make it rain

I came to play, but I'm still all business

And I ain't tryna slow down and wait until y'all get it (Y'all get it)

I'm on my grizz like Tony Allen

And I'm the shizz from Sactown to Coney Island

Make 'em open eyelids, 'cause they know I'm wildin'

And even when it gets tense, I ain't showin' violence

Tell me why this life's so swell

And this beat's got the vibe of a nice hotel (Nice hotel)

I'm in a lobby sippin' hot chocolate

People watchin' while I'm sittin' there just not talkin'

It's November in Michigan and this family vacation feels more like imprisonment

But I know it's all gonna be nostalgia soon

And when I look back, I can say I called it, too

We're usually at the Marriott, but this is just a little better (Yeah, nice)

Makes me want to find a fireplace and a Christmas sweater (Christmas sweater)

So cozy that I'm yellin', "F a water park!" (F it!)

I'm not the type to play, unless I got the part

LOL, that's a joke I came up with

Shouts out to the bros I came up with (My bros!)

Imaginary friends like bros I came up with

If you ever meet me, man, you know I can't function (Can't function)

And I ain't blowin' that substance (No!)

Sweet not sour, though you know it stays puffin'

Memories with all the homies that I've ate lunch with

Chicken nuggets on my tray, I know I've ate hundreds (Hundreds)

I wanna live the eight hundred

Infatuated with the woman I can make love with

If you ain't with it, please don't say nothin' (Yes)

You can dislike it, but you know you can't touch this

Tell me why this life's so swell

And this beat's got the vibe of a nice hotel

I'm in a lobby sippin' hot chocolate

People watchin' while I'm sittin' there just not talkin'

It's November in Michigan and this family vacation feels more like imprisonment

But I know it's all gonna be nostalgia soon

And when I look back, I can say I called it, too

Really wishin' that this town was larger (Yeah)

I'm feelin' 'bout as independent as the Founding Fathers (Ben Franklin)

But my father tryna find his son

'Cause my phones dead and I still haven't found my charger (Sorry, man)

Couple dollars, and plenty of change

I'ma walk down the hall to the vending machine

And eat enough fat food to put me into my grave (Damn)

My cash runnin' low, like the end of my name (My name)

But I ain't even stoppin' there

In the mood for some Rally's, so I ask the concierge ("Hey, yo, uh... ")

If he knows where one's at or if they've even got it here

He said, "There's a couple in town, but really, not one near

But there's a Long John Silver's down the block

About five minutes away, if you wanna make the walk"

Oh really? Thanks a lot, asshole (I'm not eatin' Long John Silver's)

Tell me why this life's so swell

And this beat's got the vibe of a nice hotel

I'm in a lobby sippin' hot chocolate

People watchin' while I'm sittin' there just not talkin'

It's November in Michigan and this family vacation feels more like imprisonment

But I know it's all gonna be nostalgia soon

And when I look back, I can say I called it, too

Tell me why this life's so swell

And this beat's got the vibe of a nice hotel

I'm in a lobby sippin' hot chocolate

People watchin' while I'm sittin' there just not talkin'

It's November in Michigan and this family vacation feels more like imprisonment

But I know it's all gonna be nostalgia soon

And when I look back, I can say I called it, too

Automatic lyrics - Jack Harlow

Automatic, it's a habit, you should know it's automatic

I been gettin' to it, I ain't notice y'all was hatin'

Brand new chick, she don't know the occupation

I just wanna know that I can hold a conversation

Ooh, I don't know what y'all debatin'

I been waitin' for you, now I'm runnin' out of patience

Runnin' up a check, tryna run the operation

Went broke in the check and pulled a hundred out of savings

And I can tell now that you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I'ma need somethin' I can calm down from

I'm gon' pull up with the broad, down one

Six months in, I ain't dick her down once

Bitch tryna tell me what you know about me

You don't know nothin', keep it real with me

She said she ain't tryna deal with me

Okay, cool, you could sell that seat

I'm just hopin' she don't feel

'Cause when she do, I don't know what I'ma do

All that shit that y'all was talkin', it was comical

Pull up in your city, for the you know what you tryna do

Uh, 'cause I'm open to it

I know that you miss him but you gon' get through it

I can help with it if you need that, uh

Go and bring that beat back, brr

I don't really listen to the feedback now

Told me that she good, she don't need Jack now

I'm real proud of the steps you took

Just to get to the place that you at today

I couldn't tell it to you straight, I gotta estimate

I wonder if I oughta go out here with the best to say

Now go 'head, get me outta here, I couldn't last a day

I got the city talkin' 'bout me like I passed away

Automatic, it's a habit, you should know it's automatic

I been gettin' to it, I ain't notice y'all was hatin'

Brand new chick, she don't know the occupation

I just wanna know that I can hold a conversation

Ooh, I don't know what y'all debatin'

I been waitin' for you, now I'm runnin' out of patience

Runnin' up a check, tryna run the operation

Went broke in the check and pulled a hundred out of savings

And I can tell now that you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I'ma need somethin' I can calm down from

I'm gon' pull up with the broad, down one

Six months in, I ain't dick her down once

Bitch tryna tell me what you know about me

You don't know nothin', keep it real with me

She said she ain't tryna deal with me

Okay, cool, you could sell that seat

Ooh, and she felt intrigued (Ooh)

Motherfucka trippin' off the ectasy (Ooh)

Mothafucka tryna dip the LMPD (Ooh)

Go and get your self-esteem (Ooh)

And she tryna link up, uh

Fuck so much, we got synced up now (Uh)

Pulled up in the dinged-up whip

This ain't Pepto-Bis', what this pink stuff is, long tell me

Yeah, you heard me, you ain't feel me

I've been movin', I've been shakin', go and hit me on the celly

Tryna sell me on somethin', well, I hope that shit compellin'

Ever since I've been gone like Kelly, they been tryna tell me

About this and that, I ain't chattin' with you, we ain't goin' tit for tat

Tryna tell me how to get in the barrel

Go and get in the barrel, I'm 'bout to get in that ho, I'm out

Automatic, it's a habit, you should know it's automatic (Ooh)

I been gettin' to it, I ain't notice y'all was hatin' (Ooh)

Brand new chick, she don't know the occupation

I just wanna know that I can hold a conversation

Ooh, I don't know what y'all debatin' (Ooh)

I been waitin' for you, now I'm runnin' out of patience (Ooh)

Runnin' up a check, tryna run the operation

Went broke in the check and pulled a hundred out of savings

And I can tell now that you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

I'ma need somethin' I can calm down from

I'm gon' pull up with the broad, down one

Six months in, I ain't dick her down once

Bitch tryna tell me what you know about me

You don't know nothin', keep it real with me

She said she ain't tryna deal with me

Okay, cool, you could sell that seat

Banana Tree lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Taylor)

(Eh, yeah, eh, uh)

I'm on hiatus and they mad huh

'Nother city with the bag huh

I ain't had to use the mass huh

Make the whip fourty dash home

I'm like Houston with the blast off

Plus my muse with the bad walk

Good news when the cash talk

Making moves like a [?]

Mel rose shot two nig-two revolve

And my bag all uniform

Let the foreign in [?]

Face off dark knight still renaissance

Late night dreaming movie scores

In my mind like the world yours

Plus my mind like world tour

Plug talk like bonjour

Shortie off the weight she on all fours

It was just a Monday she was all for it

(Aye, aye)

And she said she knew I was pisces

Girl I swear you hit me like a like a light beam (damn)

Told my momma I quit swerving at high speeds (bam)

Mobbing in a tree, been looking bright green

Ah shit she said things dont change

We call bullshit but I can't complain

Because I'm a culprit, they dont play those games

Let's take a road trip, imma change my ways

Bitch I call the shots I think I might bring

Fantasize about to call them pipe dreams

My brothers, they make music and some tight beats

I think only one of us can sight read

Never been a clone of fucking hype beasts

All that shit yall love just dont entice me

I need a woman that can show me what this life means

That's at the park on sunday morning doing tai-chi

Imma fuck my ex while she on winter break

Yeah imma take this new girl on a dinner date

Yeah imma take the interstate and kick it with this chick that's from a different state

I bet she thinks I'm expecting sex now

Little does she know if I was expecting sex I would have made that clear before I left town

Hold up beck them with the vibes

Should be complimentary, got that hotel breakfast everytime

And she said she knew I was pisces

Girl I swear you hit me like a like a light beam (damn)

Told my momma I quit swerving at high speeds (bam)

Mobbing in a tree, been looking bright green

Ah shit she said things dont change

We call the bullshit but I can't complain

Because I'm a culprit, they dont play those games

Let's take a road trip, imma change my ways

Cheap Cheap lyrics - Felly & Jack Harlow

[Felly:]

You cheap cheap so you freak freak when you throw up I just throw up (sheesh)

My bitch too pretty askin' when I'll grow up I don't show up

The dick make her backbend I swear back then they ignored us

I swear next time we meet I'm gon' act like I don't know ya

Last year was broken now this year they tell me

That there ain't shit they can tell me

Y'all hear the click of the tele

I put this dick in her (uhhhhh)

This year I'm bout to make muh fuckin' millions

Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)

Once you be up you be chilling (okay)

Oh what a wonderful feeling

Uh, (BRRT) smashin your bitch at the clurb

I peel off at the curb, yerd me (Young Fel)

Pearls on my neck you would think I'm on Bourbon

Stick to the street, but my money suburban (Big Body)

Swerve, pardon me when I'm swerving, yeah

Uh, real deal. You don't fuck with me, meet me in person

Give you the look like there's two things I want

Wish for a bag and a two headed blonde

Keeping three bitches for company (THREE)

She start to think she in love with me (DAMN)

This year I'm bout to be muh fuckin' up

This year I'm bout to make way with the art

Bitch do not stop

This is not pop, this is rock (ay)

This for my opps

Last year was broken now this year they tell me

That there ain't shit they can tell me

Y'all hear the click of the tele

I put this dick in uhhhhh

This year I'm bout to make muh fuckin' millions

Watch them all get in their feelings (woah)

Once you be up you be chilling (yeah)

Oh what a wonderful feeling

[Jack Harlow:]

Oh what a feeling

Straight to the top I don't know where the ceiling, is

I don't think you know who you dealing, with

Might just have to go to the dealer, ship

And cop something

Shout out to my pops, whole lotta sauce that I got from him

Reminiscing on times we was all youngings

In the function late night til the cops coming

Back then, they was acting, like we wouldn't be shit, but now it's packed in

Quit talking, like you know me

Because you don't know a thing about Jack man

In class, I was zoned out, I didn't learn how to multiply fractions

I was leaving my backpack at the crib, can't trip now cause the whole bag's in

No acting, this is real life

Tell me what it is what it feels like

Tell me is it wet is it real tight

Can I slide in with my lil guy?

I know it's been a minute but I'm still fly

At Derby with a bow tie on like Bill Nye

I'm with your girl she a real vibe

We just had a picnic on the hillside

[Felly:]

Last year was broken now this year they tell me (HUH)

That there ain't shit they can tell me

Y'all hear the click of the tele

I put this dick in (WOAH, WOAH, WOAH)

This year I'm bout to make muh fuckin' millions (ya heard)

Watch them all get in their feelings (ya heard)

Once you be up you be chilling (okay)

Oh what a wonderful feeling

Yeah, bitch

Bitch it's Young Fel, we in this

Drive Safe lyrics - Jack Harlow

Turn my headphones up

Tsch

Remember one thing, you not my girl

I rock with you, but you don't rock my world

I love hangin' with you, but I'm not hung up on you

I got another hour in me after I fuck on you

And then it's a forehead kiss on the doorstep

The way she tryna stay is like she studied in Morehead

But, nah, she went to Western

The body of Corvette, bellbottom jeans and a lil' bitty corset

Neelam ain't a far of her

She tried to give me caution signs like the floor's wet

But the problem is something else is too

Steady pussy ain't ever felt this new

Sex with a condom never felt so raw

If I took it off, she could quit Zoloft

I go hard for her 'til I go soft

Then she put them nails on me and I dose off

That's pretty much how it goes

Remember one thing, you not my girl

I rock with you, but you don't rock my world

I love hangin' with you, but I'm not hung up on you

I got another hour in me after I fuck on you

And then it's me watchin' you put your shoes back on, long embrace

Tellin' you to drive safe while you on the way back home

Kiss you on the neck and work my hand down your backbone

You say, "That's not fair, why you doin' that?"

I apologize, take my hands away, you pullin' back

You say, "What this is? I don't get it, what we doin'?"

But, I told you what it was and you told me you were cool with that

No matter how straightforward I am with these girls, I still pay forward

That's why I gotta make sure it's crystal clear, so, listen here, oh

Fire In The Booth, Pt.1 lyrics - Jack Harlow & Charlie Sloth

I got drugs in my body

My girl, she a hottie

Ten degrees, getting faded offa hot totties

Me and my brothers getting Rich like Roddy

In Atlanta and I'm white like Roddy

I be riding shotty with my shorty from NY

She grew up on the train so I taught her how to drive

Yes, I like girls but I'm all about my guys

Climate change real, heard we all about to die

Fuck it then, let's T-up while we can

I've been locked in, I try and free up when I can

Young'uns in the city tryna be us, I'm the man

We been rolling 'round, come and see us while you can

'Cause soo enough

I'ma have to walk around with fellas that be suited up

Know she used to curve me, now she tryna come be cool with us

Y'all got insecurities, it ain't got shit to do with us

Don't care how they view us 'long as they just keep on viewing us

Married to the street, you know I'm too in touch

Driven by the fear that I don't do enough

We been moving 'round and now we moving up

Everybody got opinions but I'm seeing through the bluffs

Listen, I got intuition

I'm a genius in the kitchen, this addict make me efficient

Fell in love with magic, she definitely got a commission

Way too many women, I definitely got an addiction

It's a fact

Don't know how I'm gonna shake it

Feelin' like I'm goin' crazy

I know I'm goin' crazy

Might just give the chief of police the wrong baby

I kiss her on the mouth like she my son and I'm Tom Brady

Used to diss me, now she wanna date me

I call that a 180, I know it's frustrating

I don't need no more women, I got enough ladies

But ooh, she kinda bad, how 'bout just one maybe?

Some love me, some hate me

Bitches, my cum tasty

We all got big dreams, some got the smarts but they dumb lazy

Seven side-chicks but just one baby

She keep on yapping and she gon' unchain me

I'm servin' up Dick like I'm Cheney

Bitch, can you blame me?

I went from Old Navy to having these clothing brands pay me

Fellas like to talk a lot, wondering if I'm soft or not

When you do an awful lot, you don't feel the need

Well, I guess that y'all forgot I'm the illest with the pen

This right here the off-the-top, I'm fucked off a beat

Bitch, I leave the studio and then I hit the waffle spot

Smoking out the parking lot and then we like to eat

You should know I'm off the rock, bitch, you know I'm insane

We done have plenty fun, now tell me what your friend's name

Funk Flex - Freestyle #180 lyrics - Jack Harlow

Ladies and gentlemen

Yezzir

On and on and my nuts I'm palmin'

All these phone calls I'm takin' with Craig Kallman

All this Balmain on my body, I'm embalmin'

I'm the brand that the world wanna get involved with

When I get that Grammy, I ain't sendin' no apology text

I ain't comin' to be humble, Flex called me to flex

My time's now, you can finally stop callin' me next

And I'm 'bout to shoot a movie so I guess

That I oughta be stressed, but I'm just too blessed

Ain't nobody overseas, girl it's just U-S

Man I swear y'all do the most, you should just do less

I can't rock no skinny jeans 'cause my nuts 2X

And my success got some people stomach turnin'

Sayin' I'm just white and I got lucky, I ain't earn it

Like I'm just a plant and all this shit was predetermined

Should I take it easy on the comp or should I burn 'em?

I used to want to be the guy, now I'm fully him

I remind the critics of the kids that bullied them

All that baby fat's gone, now we fully trimmed

I been a G but the fine print is full of Ms

Life's full of sins, pause for this bulletin

Album is a gun and I'm the one who put the bullets in

Courtside got me actin' like a fool again

They know the hits but the catalog is full of gems

I deserve a Pulitzer prize, I'm full of surprises

All my DMs full of them eyes, I'm cool with declinin'

All we do is hop of the jets and pull into garages

Know you're feelin' foolish inside for doubtin' the rise

Who woulda thunk it?

The hottest young artist in the game is from Kentucky?

I'm the topic of discussion and I'm fuckin' up the budgets

I just went #1 with The Duchess

And I know you think you 'bout to get that torch passed to you

But I promise that they couldn't be giving more gas to you

Trust me, I'ma give the forecast to you

It's a big storm brewin' and I know what I'm doing

Bitch

Hitchcock lyrics - Jack Harlow

Watching Hitchcocks till I drift off

Woke up to this beat let that shit knock

She won't give top till my dick's out

Clockwork every weekend it's like tick tock

I just hit Atlanta I got 2for with me

In the cockpit, I might just take em to Pluto with me

If Bruno hit me we might have to fuck with Mars

And they don't want to hear me sing

They told me rap those fucking bars

Well alright

Trust I ain't forgot how to do it

I been in hibernation trying to fucking stockpile this music

I heard the shit that y'all been dropping

Is monotonous to me

You got a mic inside your room, well see that's not how you use it

Y'all fucking suck

Keep your distances from me

They should've warned y'all don't be fucking with that kid from Kentucky

I know some hipsters in my city, won't admit that they love me

'Cause back when they were my age

They wasn't shit except ugly

Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone

Standing here thinking how we gonna blow

She got the manicured fingers with the butt that go

With her jeans, fitted, yeah she covered in Atlanta snow

And as for me, I'm just a young one

Walking, talking hundreds with her

I'm been trying to find the next step

To make my best friends rich

And you been sitting 'round wondering if the blunt is rolled

Y'all come and go with them 20-minute dreams

Blown away by a coincidence I wonder what it means

Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read

Like the universe gon have my back in 2017

You ain't bout shit

Feeling like I'm Reggie Miller down six

Doing 90 looking out for undercover Crown Vics

Flying out the city, paying zero dollars round trip

Saw her take a picture of me told her take it down quick

Bitch I'm from the Lou

And they know me when they see me

Ever since I was in school

I should shout out to my father

Know they peep me handle business

All you really gotta know is I get it from that dude

Shooting from the Nazareth

We shooting for that platinum hit

It's Jack from out the Highlands

Going stupid on these tracks again

I'm moving with a pack of kids and supervising acid trips

Rappers getting worse I think they using too much Actavis

It's cool though

I'm just a guest inside the house

Of a culture that ain't mine

And I'm just blessed to be around

These kids be talking bout what's trash

Man I swear that y'all got some nerve

How you gon be most opinionated from the suburbs

I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown

With the windows down

Riding round while the stars out

In the garden now, this the wrong tree to bark down

Finally snapping on these hoes and I don't need no hard count

Damn

I Won lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign, Jack Harlow & 24kGoldn

(from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)

[Ty Dolla $ign {Jack Harlow}:]

Medals 'round my neck because I won, I won (Won, I won)

Now my momma set 'cause I won, I won (Won, I won)

Out here makin' bands, do what I want (What I want)

Greedy with the phone, I get what I want (What I want)

Skrrt to Hidden Hills up to 101 (101)

She just wanna chill on some one-on-one (One-on-one)

I just hit the gas, bitch, I'm gone, I'm gone {Gone}

I might do the dash on 'em, just because (Woo, yeah)

Medals 'round my neck because I w-w-won

[Jack Harlow:]

And I'm not gon' stop winnin'

And I'm not gon' stop spendin'

Lifestyle, I'm locked in it

Ten weeks, I've been top tennin'

She need me like oxygen

Fеlt the same 'til I got finished

Big ring with thеm rocks in it

When I pop one I'm like Popeye when he got spinach

I'm clean cut with a pop image

But it's demons that I'm locked in with (Yeah)

Take a flight and switch continents

My old whip ain't have an AUX in it (Brr)

New whip, I just hit a button

Then suddenly there's no top in it (No top in it)

But I still get plenty in it (Plenty in it)

Then I give her that Jimi Hendrix

Lusted over by plenty women

Say I look just like Diggy Simmons

Fresh Prince, I get Jiggy with it

Lotta hits, it's never any misses

Dizzy Whizz, I'm in the city with it

On top, any minute (Any minute)

[Ty Dolla $ign & Jack Harlow:]

Medals 'round my neck because I won, I won (Won, I won)

Now my momma set 'cause I won, I won (Won, I won)

Out here makin' bands, do what I want (What I want)

Greedy with the phone, I get what I want (What I want)

Skrrt to Hidden Hills up to 101 (101)

She just wanna chill on some one-on-one (One-on-one)

I just hit the gas, bitch, I'm gone, I'm gone (Gas, I'm gone)

I might do the dash on 'em, just because (Woo)

Medals 'round my neck because I—

[24kGoldn:]

Pulled up in that full truck

Made it drop down like her skirt, skrrt

Lames talking that bullshit

Well that bullshit ain't gon' work, work

New crib got a good view

Bring the hood through, what I could do

Lil' baby, she know that I'm worth it

Can't tell me that I don't deserve (Ayy)

Billion bucks if you want this deluxe

Baby, I feel expensive, okay

Yeah, I came from the cut and I ran that shit up

Just to spend it and splurge with the gang

Watch me not give a fuck 'cause it's up and it's stuck

Baby, I'm never going away

Feel like AI when I hit the stage

Never practice, but I came to play (Play)

[Ty Dolla $ign:]

Medals 'round my neck because I won, I won (Won, I won)

Now my momma set 'cause I won, I won (Won, I won)

Out here makin' bands, do what I want (What I want)

Greedy with the phone, I get what I want (What I want)

Skrrt to Hidden Hills up to 101 (101)

She just wanna chill on some one-on-one (One-on-one)

I just hit the gas, bitch, I'm gone, I'm gone (Gas, I'm gone)

I might do the dash on 'em, just because (Woo)

Medals 'round my neck because I w-w-won (Won, won)

Lil Boi (Big Talk Remix) lyrics - Ayanis & Jack Harlow

[Ayanis:]

Love me right, keep it real

Guess that's too demanding

Could have a real one by your side

But you out here chasing panties

I take it you never had

Someone to teach you what a man is

If that's the case, either way

He can't undo the damage

Ooh

Tell me why would you

Sell me all of these dreams that I bought into

I'm just another bed

You, tried to lie your way to

But you could never, better up you standards, oh-oh-oh

I'm talkin' that big talk

Big boy, big talk

If you ain't no big boss, then what you here for?

Is your car in your name?

Can I come to your place?

Or is it where your girl stay?

Ain't with them games

I'm off that lil' boy shit

Only speak big talk, big talk

You gotta be a big dog, big dog

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm, I'm, I'm talkin' that big talk

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

[Jack Harlow:]

(Ooh), what she say?

She said, "You a little too young for me"

I got a few cousins around that age

That I could hook you up with if you wanna see

Nah, I'm cool on your family

You ain't gotta treat me like I'm just a teen

I'm twenty-two going on twenty-three

And I keep real good company (I do)

And I got my own my damn company (I do)

Give you anything that you want from me (That's facts)

Take you any place that you wanna see

A hundred G's ain't nothin' to me and that's facts

I don't wanna backtrack (Nah)

Talk big talk and I'm gonna back that

You need a young man but you want a bagdad

Flight to the middle east, get your bag packed

[Ayanis:]

I'm talkin' that big talk

Big boy, big talk

If you ain't no big boss, then what you here for?

Is your car in your name?

Can I come to your place?

Or is it where your girl stay?

Ain't with them games

I'm off that lil' boy shit

Only speak big talk, big talk

You gotta be a big dog, big dog

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm, I'm, I'm talkin' that big talk

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

Tell what you livin' like

If I can't even spend the night?

I heard all about your type

What a fucking waste of time

How you give me shit for effort?

Then can't keep your shit together

Ain't the type to wait forever

Forever-ever-ever-ever

Ooh

Tell me why would you

Sell me all of these dreams that I bought into

I'm just another bed

You, tried to lie your way to

But you could never, better up you standards, oh-oh-oh

I'm talkin' that big talk

Big boy, big talk

If you ain't no big boss, then what you here for?

Is your car in your name?

Can I come to your place?

Or is it where your girl stay?

Ain't with them games

I'm off that lil' boy shit

Only speak big talk, big talk

You gotta be a big dog, big dog

I'm off that lil' boy shit

I'm, I'm, I'm talkin' that big talk

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

Big talk, yeah

Big talk, big talk, big talk, yeah

Lovin On Me lyrrics - Jack Harlow

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Young J-A-cock AKA Rico like Suave, Young Enrique

Speakin' of AKA, she's a Alpha

But not around ya boy

She get quiet 'round ya boy, hold on

Don't know what you heard or what you thought about ya boy

But they lied about ya boy

Goin' dumb, man, it's some idiotic 'bout ya boy

She wearin' cheetah print

That's how bad she wanna be spotted 'round ya boy

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Young M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y

He's sharp like barbed wire

She stole my heart then she got archived

I keep it short with a bitch, Lord Farquaad

All the girls in the front row

All the girls at the barricade

All the girls that been waitin' all day

Let your tongue hang out

Fuck everything

If you came with a man

Let go of his hand

Everybody in a suite, kickin' up they feet

Stand up, bitch, dance

And all the guys in the back waitin' on the next track

Cut ya boy a little slack

It's young Jack

I'm vanilla, baby

I'll choke you, but I ain't no killa, baby

She twenty-eight, tellin' me I'm still a baby

I get love in Detroit like Skilla, baby

And the thing about ya boy is

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

I don't like no whips and chains, and you can't tie me down

But you can whip your lovin' on me, baby

Whip your lovin' on me, baby

Moana lyrics - G-Eazy & Jack Harlow

(Zaytoven)

[Jack Harlow:]

I don't wanna hear about no drama (Nada)

The check ain't right if it ain't no commas (Ooh)

Know she been saying that she's faithful to you (Faithful)

But she been lying like Osama (Like Osama)

I miss Obama (I do)

I went to Drama's, he got his own sauna

Better come get her, 'cause your ho on us

Got a bitch from Samoa, look like Moana (Ooh)

Smoking on marijuana (Uh)

Go ahead and roll one up (Uh)

I got a whole squad, got a whole lineup (Yee)

Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh? (Ayy, uh)

[G-Eazy:]

Here I go, na, na

I know a Keisha and I know Lana

They try to get me back, but I'm like, "No, nah, nah"

I'm sorry, I don't want no drama, nah

That's a hard no, pass

My house real big and my car go fast

In the club smokin' Jack Harlow's gas

But I'm about to do the drugs that Carlos has

Old Miami Vice, 'bout to AT4 it

But I don't show up if they don't pay me for it

New York, party on the eighteenth floor

But her ass so fat that I can't ignore it

Woo, I go crazy for it

But to ride the rides, you gotta be eighteen for it

No games, just some foreplay before it

And the sex so good, she wanna pay me for it, no

[Jack Harlow:]

I don't wanna hear about no drama (Nada)

The check ain't right if it ain't no commas (Ooh)

Know she been saying that she's faithful to you (Faithful)

But she been lying like Osama (Like Osama)

I miss Obama (I do)

I went to Drama's, he got his own sauna (It's true)

Better come get her, 'cause your ho on us

Got a bitch from Samoa, look like Moana (Ooh)

Smoking on marijuana (Uh)

Go ahead and roll one up (Uh)

I got a whole squad, got a whole lineup (I got a)

Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Ayy

Oh, you tryna put a show on?

Sipping on CÎROC got me so gone

And her best friend bad too

Told me don't mess with her like the Zohan (Wait, wait)

Wait a second, hold on

Why you still got your clothes on? (Why you, why?)

I ain't hit this shit in so long (It's been a minute)

But once I hit it, so long

Shit soaking (Soaking)

Bad bitches put me in they close friends (They do)

From Sactown all the way to Oakland

I get it thumping, got this bitch jumping

I don't wanna hear about no drama (Nada)

The check ain't right if it ain't no commas (Ooh)

Know she been saying that she's faithful to you (Faithful)

But she been lying like Osama (Like Osama)

I miss Obama (I do)

I went to Drama's, he got his own sauna (It's true)

Better come get her, 'cause your ho on us

Got a bitch from Samoa, look like Moana (Ooh)

Smoking on marijuana (Uh)

Go ahead and roll one up (Uh)

I got a whole squad, got a whole lineup (I got a)

Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

No Hero Freestyle lyrics - Jack Harlow

(Yuh)

I am no hero, I just write verses

I tip my hat to the doctors and the nurses

Nilan bring the styrofoam carry out into my home

Before I touch the box I gotta disinfect the surface

My career would be screwed without the Internet for certain

So I assume if this had happened back in '85

Artist probably woulda had to get some separate work in

Even now, off the road missin' checks is hurtin'

She gettin' freaky on the FaceTime for me

Cause it might just be a while before we gettin' sex in person

Just a month ago shit was picturesque and perfect

Wish that I can said that things were gettin less concern in' but instead

I'm having dark thoughts late at night

Triggering me to text my parents, beggin' them to stay inside

It's bad news stacking up, looking for a ray of shine

Something we could turn to someone that'll say it's fine

Cause the dead things just taking lives

And it wants to takes its time

No amount of money or celebrity can change its mind

Life's coming to a halt that all mean the same as mine

It's fucked up

NOTHIN lyrics - Problem, Jack Harlow & Jay Rock

[Jack Harlow:]

It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm)

The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm)

Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm)

Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm)

All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm)

Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm)

Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm)

We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm)

(Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey)

That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh)

My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh)

I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm)

They don't wanna see me ball (Uh)

Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm)

I'm just a youngin' with some flaws

I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall

[Problem:]

What? What?

They ain't pasta with the sauce (What?)

That's why they got robbed, repercussions when they floss (Right)

Get your mind right, disconnect from all those orbs (On God)

Friend or foe, you hear me? That's selection with your heart, boy (Yeah)

Yeah, pray we never take another loss (Never)

Never had to pay for no protection from the park (Never)

Why, you the type that's scared of your reflection in the dark

You got any misconceptions, let's address it from the start, nigga

Baby hopin' that I plug (Ooh)

If I hit her with it, better act like she in love (Ooh)

These niggas in their feelings, bro, I blame it on the drugs

Come to California, get to knuckin' if you buck, bruh (Knuck if you buck, boy)

Diamond Lane, throw it, boy (What?)

Grindin' with precision, keep the gang goin' up

GRAMMYs or the 'Grams, we ain't stuntin' for no flick shit

But we still do it for the cam, shoutout Dipset (What?)

Stop playin'

[Jack Harlow:]

It ain't nothin' to a boss (Mm)

The fellas you be with, they got you huffin' the exhaust (Mm)

Wonder how we do it, man, it's somethin' in the sauce (Mm)

Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin' on my drawers (Mm)

All my brothers dressin' like they comin' out the closet (Mm)

Prolly why we starin' at discussion when we flossin' (Mm)

Quite the contrary, though, we bussin' on your bros (Mm)

We don't ever cuff 'em, no, we fuck 'em in the car, like some (Mm)

(Yeah) Like some other fuckin' dawgs (Hey)

That's just how I'm livin', it ain't nothin' we was taught (Oh)

My baby, Shady was, I guess I'm gon' go get some thot (Oh)

I need to cash in the bank until it's busting' out the vault (Mm)

They don't wanna see me ball (Uh)

Came up out the city, had 'em cussin' at the walls (Mm)

I'm just a youngin' with some flaws

I got people takin' pictures while I'm struttin' through the mall

[Jay Rock:]

I'm 'bout to heavy bag this shit

Lock a nigga state to state with a bag of bricks, he know

Possible he could get cracked with this

But I'm on my midnight train, on my Gladys shit

He thought get it brackin' for my establishment

Under full court pressure, fade back and swish

B-roll, keep a redbone stallion for sport

Keep a lawyer on retainer, so I'm smilin' in court

He will be suprised what a hunnid bill dollar'll do

Meet your demands, pull up, talkin' to community property

If you got all the lottery and you bought all the property

It's a pussy monopoly, you better wake up

Better recognize what time is today

Whole time gotta survive, that's the play

It seems like I'm only two bars away

Eastside, five star like I'm on GTA

Stop Giving Me Advice lyrics - Dave & Jack Harlow

Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom

Huh

Have you ever raised the value of everyone around you?

Have you ever been so high they got to down you?

Think pieces gettin' written about you

Have you ever been to Italy and eaten Italian?

Have you ever signed a deal that came with a medallion?

Have you ever booked the club and came with a battalion?

Have you been to Montana and seen the mountains?

Have you ever looked around and felt the profound sense of pride?

Have you ever had to hide where exactly you reside?

Have you been to the Waffle House on Northside?

Have you ever made a popstar wanna be your bride?

Have you hugged someone and they cried?

Have you had your heroes sit you down and give you the guide?

Have you ever spoken somethin' into existence

Or do you just talk about other people's lives?

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

All this unsolicited advice from the guys gettin' booked for a quarter of my price

All this red carpet shit, brand partnerships, I must've let y'all forget that boy nice

No Sprite, but life givin' me lemons with the limelight (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

It's fine, victory's mine

I lost the desire for bein' intimate at the end of my nights

I can do that at the end of my life

You know the phrase is "Business before pleasure"

'Cause I'm bankin' on it bringin' me more pleasure

The pressure makes diamonds, and diamonds make more pressure

And so on and so forth, okay, I'll give your four more measures

And more records with more effort than ever before

I'm the youngin' on the team that's got a veteran court

They know the formula, just give him space and let him record

And just remember what he said on the chorus

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

Stop givin' me advice (Yeah)

Stop givin' me—, tsch (Yeah)

Stop givin' me advice (Yeah)

Stop

I know you feel love, feel shame, feel pride, I can see it in your eyes

I met a fan at work, he told me it's his job on the side

As if I'm unimpressed by his every day life

Niggas die every day, need us every day life

The women that you idolise can never play wife to me

When you done as many flights as me, long nights as me

Took as many left turns to make right as me

I'm in the middle of the veil like a bride to be, that's why I like to— (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Yeah, you left somebody that you love at the bottom of a mountain

'Cah they afraid to climb it, have you changed your climate?

Had her Insta' and made her change to private?

Had to fly economy and make her change to private?

Seen your nigga get nicked, and then go and catch a case just like him?

Brought her to the game and she ain't excited

Probably 'cah my mum sat courtside 'fore I did

Am I sick if I say I like women with mileage and trips to Knightsbridge?

Aunt Jemima, trips in the park with my oldest rider

To test out the 9 like I loaned a striker

I'm a lone survivor, and the way I spell lone is A-L-O-A-N

I don't ever wanna spend on a ho again

But I'm a fuckin' feminist, so I go again

I'm on the road again, yeah (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

You can't control what the heart feels

You soon go broke, I see you blowin' it far still

Death row, you niggas down to your last meal

You ever signed a seven-figure deal and the birds quill?

Can't even call it breakfast, 'cah it wasn't your first mill'

Forgotten birthdays, but remember your verse still, yeah

You ever fucked a super model and it sounds like skeletons dancin'?

You feel numb to the praise and the memories passin'?

You ever robbed someone and it sounds like askin'?

Didn't have no food, so you'd disguise it as fastin'

Had drugs, abuse perfumes tryna mask it (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

You ever lived the life of an artist, escapin' darkness?

Fines and you're payin' for parkin'

You can tell how she fucked by the way that she glancing

Your communication's bad, but you're rich, so she givin' you chances

And pretty women givin' you dances

I come with a pole, but she more Oliver than Francis

You ever been—

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stop

Stop givin' me advice

Stop givin' me—, tsch

Stop givin' me advice

Stopfle House on Northside? Have you ever made a popstar wanna be your bride? Have you hugged someone and they cried? Have you had your heroes sit you down and give you the guide? Have you ever spoken somethin' into existence Or do you just talk about other people's lives? Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop All this unsolicited advice from the guys gettin' booked for a quarter of my price All this red carpet shit, brand partnerships, I must've let y'all forget that boy nice No Sprite, but life givin' me lemons with the limelight (Bom, bom, bom, bom) It's fine, victory's mine I lost the desire for bein' intimate at the end of my nights I can do that at the end of my life You know the phrase is "Business before pleasure" 'Cause I'm bankin' on it bringin' me more pleasure The pressure makes diamonds, and diamonds make more pressure And so on and so forth, okay, I'll give your four more measures And more records with more effort than ever before I'm the youngin' on the team that's got a veteran court They know the formula, just give him space and let him record And just remember what he said on the chorus Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop Stop givin' me advice (Yeah) Stop givin' me—, tsch (Yeah) Stop givin' me advice (Yeah) Stop I know you feel love, feel shame, feel pride, I can see it in your eyes I met a fan at work, he told me it's his job on the side As if I'm unimpressed by his every day life Niggas die every day, need us every day life The women that you idolise can never play wife to me When you done as many flights as me, long nights as me Took as many left turns to make right as me I'm in the middle of the veil like a bride to be, that's why I like to— (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Yeah, you left somebody that you love at the bottom of a mountain 'Cah they afraid to climb it, have you changed your climate? Had her Insta' and made her change to private? Had to fly economy and make her change to private? Seen your nigga get nicked, and then go and catch a case just like him? Brought her to the game and she ain't excited Probably 'cah my mum sat courtside 'fore I did Am I sick if I say I like women with mileage and trips to Knightsbridge? Aunt Jemima, trips in the park with my oldest rider To test out the 9 like I loaned a striker I'm a lone survivor, and the way I spell lone is A-L-O-A-N I don't ever wanna spend on a ho again But I'm a fuckin' feminist, so I go again I'm on the road again, yeah (Bom, bom, bom, bom) You can't control what the heart feels You soon go broke, I see you blowin' it far still Death row, you niggas down to your last meal You ever signed a seven-figure deal and the birds quill? Can't even call it breakfast, 'cah it wasn't your first mill' Forgotten birthdays, but remember your verse still, yeah You ever fucked a super model and it sounds like skeletons dancin'? You feel numb to the praise and the memories passin'? You ever robbed someone and it sounds like askin'? Didn't have no food, so you'd disguise it as fastin' Had drugs, abuse perfumes tryna mask it (Bom, bom, bom, bom) You ever lived the life of an artist, escapin' darkness? Fines and you're payin' for parkin' You can tell how she fucked by the way that she glancing Your communication's bad, but you're rich, so she givin' you chances And pretty women givin' you dances I come with a pole, but she more Oliver than Francis You ever been— Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom) Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop Stop givin' me advice Stop givin' me—, tsch Stop givin' me advice Stop

Jack Harlow Lyrics

EP: The Handsome Harlow (2015)

Every Night lyrics - Jack Harlow

Ridin' Round Town lyrics - Jack Harlow

5-0 lyrics - Jack Harlow

Power Tools lyrics - Jack Harlow

mixtape: Finally Handsome (2014)

S.A.V. lyrics - Jack Harlow

Materialize lyrics - Jack Harlow

It's Pointless lyrics - Jack Harlow

Cruisin' lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Kal Weinstein)

Halfway Home lyrics - Jack Harlow

All This Love lyrics - Jack Harlow

Winter Jacket lyrics - Jack Harlow

Birthday Money lyrics - Jack Harlow

Same Routine lyrics - Jack Harlow

Family Vacation lyrics - Jack Harlow

Jack Harlow other songs:

Automatic lyrics - Jack Harlow

Banana Tree lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Taylor)

Cheap Cheap lyrics - Felly & Jack Harlow

Drive Safe lyrics - Jack Harlow

Fire In The Booth, Pt.1 lyrics - Jack Harlow & Charlie Sloth

Funk Flex - Freestyle #180 lyrics - Jack Harlow

Hitchcock lyrics - Jack Harlow

I Won lyrics - Ty Dolla $ign, Jack Harlow & 24kGoldn

Lil Boi (Big Talk Remix) lyrics - Ayanis & Jack Harlow

Lovin On Me lyrrics - Jack Harlow

Moana lyrics - G-Eazy & Jack Harlow

No Hero Freestyle lyrics - Jack Harlow

NOTHIN lyrics - Problem, Jack Harlow & Jay Rock

Stop Giving Me Advice lyrics - Dave & Jack Harlow

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