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
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