Sundown lyrics - Jack Harlow
I'm off a tab of that synthetic
Sundown, forty-five minutes 'til this shit set in (Whoop!)
Checking for the kid, I had to chin check him
Big mood, and we teach 'em big lessons over here (Over here!)
2fo coming heavy like we bench pressing
And I'm gon' deliver every time just like a sent message (Yuh!)
In the south and I'm feeling like a pimp
You a simp, I don't feel bad for you, I ain't sympathetic (Hey!)
I just hit the peak, got the kids sweatin'
Out of town chick, tryin' tell her what a Big Red is
I'm a Kentucky boy 'til the death
Go and get it through your head until it's motherfuckin' embeded (Hey!)
She said that I'm full of myself
Go ahead and bust it open I'ma show you what a big head is (Oh yeah!)
Half of us ain't even got a whip and we tryin' grip grain
First step is go and get breaded
Hit you with the words of wisdom (Ooh!)
New Balance on me while I'm searching for sum'
Trying to touch me out in public 'cause they heard I'm the one
I peel off like my skin when it get burned in the sun (Skrt!)
Self conscious, face blush with ease
Levis put a taper on my dungarees
But I'm still on the block when its a-hundred-three
And humid in the city, but I'm sitting comfortably, yeah (Hey!)
I'm off a tab of that synthetic
Sundown, forty-five minutes 'til this shit set in (Hey!)
Checking for the kid, I had to chin check him
Big mood, and we teach 'em big lessons over here
2fo coming heavy like we bench pressing
And I'm gon' deliver every time just like a sent message (Hey!)
In the south and I'm feeling like a pimp
You a simp, I don't feel bad for you, I ain't sympathetic (Woah!)
Nun Free lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. 2forwOyNE)
[Jack Harlow:]
This a must
Ayy, this a must
Ayy, you a musty bitch
It's a must that I do my damn thing, I'm immune to all the fuss
I been hearin' that
Little bitch, what you starin 'at
Ayy, in the Grand Prix, you know I'm steerin' that, yuh
Fly just like a pterodact, yuh
Trying to ride the dick you know she steering that, yuh
Off course, she said do you love me, of course
Heard that shit you did is all force
My girl cheated on me down in Gulf Shores
Ayy, spring break, twenty-twenty like the vision
Except the Left Eye, rest in peace, she up in heaven
And I'm with the bros, and we smokin' seven-eleven
Yeah that's gas bitch, you ain't felt the first impression
And I ain't gave it to you yet
Yeah they know I got a gift, yeah they say that I been blessed
If you feel some way about me, go 'head say it with your chest
I ain't worried 'bout a count, know she save it for the best
I got flavors and they fresh, come and see
I'm the one your boyfriend wanna' be
I know when she say she wanna meet, she want the meat
I don't want the box, I just want the company
She get the fellatio, she want the cunnyling'
If they talk about us, just know it ain't come from me
Youngins in the city wondering
How I made it happen, you can do it too, now just believe
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
[2forwOyNE:]
I take random trips for no reason
I change up my hoes every season
Hey, six a.m., sunrise beams me
Short lived 'cause a nigga slick sleepy
Three a.m., wit' the guys
Baddie up, she tell me slide
Coca-Cola, plus Henny nights
If you heard me once, probably said it twice
She asked me to Face Time, not tonight
She always complaining, I don't have the time
All I gotta do is pull up, lay the pipe
So dim the lights, hey, Marvin Gaye's playlist, no changes
Dunkin' in that shit like Calvin Cambridge, I tames it
Hey, young and tight, that shit amazin'
She jaded, had the three, now she snoring crazy
Wake her ass up and go again is what I'm thinkin'
Ran through, shaky leg, uh
Fuck it, I'ma make her hit the thing, woah
Sorry I can't leave a tip today, uh
I'ma tip more than a ship today, woah
[Jack Harlow:]
I know when she say she wanna meet, she want the meat
I don't want the box, I just want the company
She get the fellatio she want the cunnyling'
If they talk about us, just know it ain't come from me
Youngins in the city wondering
How I made it happen, you can do it too, now just believe
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Just know that ain't nothin' free
Pickyourphoneup lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. K Camp)
[Jack Harlow & K Camp:]
A whole new ten that I can lay down with
Sent the pic to me, told her that she look astoundin'
Walked in and she caught the down wind
And she like the way I'm well-rounded
Don't talk too much, if I'm honest with you, might be off too much
(Brrp, brrp, prrp, prrp)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up, yeah
Let's go (wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick that phone up for your boy
She want the boy 'cause I'm feeling outstandin'
Buy her a bag 'cause I'm feeling romantic
(Skrt-skrt) watch that Rari do damage
I made her turn up her standards, let's go
[K Camp:]
You know that I'm tryna' dive in you
His and her coups, watch me glide with you
Roll up that wood and get high with you
Stay 1-K, ain't no surprise with you
Hit my line when you want that lumber
Shawty you been high and I'ma catch you in the summer
Turn a fifty-plate into a a-hundred, ain't no fumbles
Your ex said he ballin', but he got no jumper
Shout my boy Harlow
Racks in my cargo
Mills on my mind, I'ma get that tomorrow
Back in the day, used to whip Monte Carlos
Shout my boy Bobby, shout my boy Harvo
[Jack Harlow & K Camp:]
A whole new ten that I can lay down with
Sent the pic to me, told her that she look astoundin'
Walked in and she caught the down wind
And she like the way I'm well-rounded
Don't talk too much, if I'm honest with you, might be off too much
I banged one too much
I was off the liquor when I called you up
(Brrp, brrp, prrp, prrp)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up, yeah
Let's go (wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick that phone up for your boy
She want the boy 'cause I'm feeling outstandin'
Buy her a bag 'cause I'm feeling romantic
[Jack Harlow:]
I feel like Drizzy on "Ransom"
Me and her fuck like we stranded
Don't know what the strand is
It was handed to me and I don't know whose hand it is
Only take it if it's candid
I don't wanna' pose for you, I won't be commanded
Moving like a bandit
I am not enrolled, but a youngin' on campus
She gon' let me hit it and I'm headed to Atlantis
At the pool party lookin' like I'm Pete Sampras
I don't miss no image, I ain't mean to come home so friendly
In the morning maybe we can do Denny's
I wanted Cracker Barrel, but you know it gets busy
[Jack Harlow & K Camp:]
A whole new ten that I can lay down with
Sent the pic to me, told her that she look astoundin'
Walked in and she caught the down wind
And she like the way I'm well-rounded
Don't talk too much, if I'm honest with you, might be off too much
I banged one too much
I was off the liquor when I called you up
(Brrp, brrp, prrp, prrp)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick your phone up, pick your phone up, yeah
Let's go (wooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Shawty pick your phone up
Pick that phone up for your boy
She want the boy 'cause I'm feeling outstandin'
Buy her a bag 'cause I'm feeling romantic
(Skrt-skrt) watch that Rari do damage
I made her turn up her standards, let's go
Slide For Me lyrics - Jack Harlow
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
I got this one chick on the side
Late at night, I know she slide for me
I'm going slow on 65
I know the police, they got fines for me
My brothers with me down to ride
Thank god I asked, I know they'd die for me
We going up, we going live
And bitch we taking off like five, four, three
Two, one
She say you not funny, she want her a new one
She curse me out when she under influence
Speakin' in something that I am not fluent in
Oh it's you again
I can't get rid of ya, I'm glad that we ain't do nothin' on video
TMZ offer you something, you give it up
I know, you can't be trusted
Someone that I was in lust with
And now I can't function
Me, I don't know where the function's at
I got the whip, y'all got the contraband
Where is my conscious at
I got this one chick on the side
Late at night, I know she slide for me
I'm going slow on 65
I know the police, they got fines for me
My brothers with me down to ride
Thank god I asked, I know they'd die for me
We going up, we going live
And bitch we taking off like five, four, three
Two, one
Trust me, I know what I'm doin'
Can't give a fuck 'bout what you on
I know my enemies stewin'
I got a crush on a stewardess
Her outfit got somethin' to do with it
Gave her my number, I'm shootin' it
Soon as we landed, I got me a text, ooh
Who is this
Oh wait, I know who it is
Back in the wait I was lollygagging
I'm on the wave, now they call me captain
Go 'head and pay me in proper fashion
I know she hates me, this always happens
I got this one chick on the side
Late at night, I know she slide for me
I'm going slow on 65
I know the police, they got fines for me
My brothers with me down to ride
Thank god I asked, I know they'd die for me
We going up, we going live
And bitch we taking off like five, four, three
Two, one
Cody Banks lyrics - Jack Harlow
Cody Banks in a secret agent outfit
It's a bag for the money that I'm makin' out with
Real shit, drop bombs when I make announcements
Need a flight, that's for me, and then I say about six
Go ahead and make 'em round trip
Doing eighty-seven, trying keep away from Crown Vics
None a-miss, swisher laying down, whip
Puerto Rican accent and the shit sound thick
Tryin' build things, know she got a past
Why she terrified to feel pain
Big checks, I been waitin' for the real change
I don't wanna' stress 'bout trying to get the bills paid
So what the deal say, let me know your thoughts
Got an Indiana chick and I don't ever go across
I ain't really into showin' off
But the show goes on, so I'm really goin' off
So tell me how you feel, what you think and what you heard
I been, I been working out the kinks
I got New B's on my feet that I ain't purchase and they pink
Got the neck lookin' like the surface of the rink, what you think
Cody Banks in a secret agent outfit
It's a bag for the money that I'm makin' out with
Real shit, drop bombs when I make announcements
Need a flight, that's for me, and then I say about six
Go ahead and make 'em round trip
Doing eighty-seven, trying keep away from Crown Vics
None a-miss, swisher laying down, whip
Puerto Rican accent and the shit sound thick
I'ma keep this shit a thou-ou with ya'
I been tryin' take a drive and go downtown with ya'
Steakhouse dinner, can I chow down with ya'
Head back to the crib and put a bounce house in ya'
I'm talking hella kids, yeah
Bitch you know I move with the elegance, yeah
I'm the one that you tell the friends 'bout
Used to disrespect me, you irrelevant now
That's just the way it goes
Used to have the chicks and the hits with the payin' shows
Now you bring it up like that shit was just a day ago
I got love for you, I just think you should be layin' low
Cody Banks in a secret agent outfit
It's a bag for the money that I'm makin' out with
Real shit, drop bombs when I make announcements
Need a flight, that's for me, and then I say about six
Go ahead and make 'em round trip
Doing eighty-seven, trying keep away from Crown Vics
None a-miss, swisher laying down, whip
Puerto Rican accent and the shit sound thick
Sylvia lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. 2forwOyNE)
[Jack Harlow:]
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
Baby, what the fuck is really up? (Ayy, ayy)
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
And you're insane (insane)
Like the wind change
Motherfuckers do too, but a couple friends stay, yeah
In state, how she got her tuition
Retail, but she got some commission
I don't listen when they talk from a distance
I'm on some new shit, ayy, you can't relate (woo)
I'm the man for the job, I'm the new candidate
We in the runnin' now, ayy
I'm about to dumb it down for you, just so you can explain
To someone else that wanna know
You can't help me with this flow
'Cause I got it on my own
Yeah, I got it on my own (yeah)
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
[2forwOyNE:]
Hey, ayy, call it how I see it
She gon' come and scoop me in her Prius
Take a flight down south, changing seasons
I might just go and read her rights for no reason
She sit that ass on the sink, it's deceivin' (ayy)
But she gon' buss it open whenever I need it (ayy)
I told her that I needed her she bought a heater (ayy)
She expect me, but she know I'm sick, anemic
Baby girl, it's cold out, so this hoodie won't do
VIP grillin' when it ain't nothin' to do
I ain't got nothin' to lose, so she said the party sucks
So I hit her like
[Jack Harlow:]
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
I'm on some different type-of
Might dip and get hit with snipers
I know they out to get me, it's a tint when I'm in the Chrysler
I leave once a week to pick a bag up and pick a vice up
She the type of girl to make me feel like I'm indecisive
I take her out to eat and she demand that we split the price up
I been goin' crazy, might just have to go hit the psych up
Been askin' for a time that we can get in and get my life together
I can't trip, I can't trip
Take it slow for the evening
Take it slow, take it slow
They like, "Oh"
There go PG, they're the shit, they're the shit
You should know, I'm 'bout to kill
I got hits, I got hits
Yeah, yeah
Baby, what the fuck is really up?
All my girlfriends like to be rebellious (yeah)
Tattoos with the belly button ring
She a bad little 'ting, look just like a Sylvia (yeah)
And I think its really us (yeah)
PG-13, them my damn affiliates (yeah)
I ain't really with the silly stuff
I'm a, real buddy, when it's lit I still be up (yeah)
R-r-real buddy, when it's lit I still be up
Like This lyrics - Jack Harlow
(Willy Will)
Okay, this right here ain't for everybody
I heard y'all was talking, I don't care about it
I could give a fuck 'bout what the fair amount is
Damn right, hopping on the AM flight
She gon' say I'm right, she the bigger person
I don't get the same vibe from you when in person
I don't get the same vibe 'cause you been imperso-
-natin', y'all can't, take it, I'm gon', take it, uh
Ay, welcome to the winning circle
And we balling on these pussies, y'all just intramural
Said she tryna' pull up, she gon' split the purple
Told her don't be tryna' f-k me till you get the verbal "yes" from me
And I know they tryna' come for me
When I sign the check, all I ever put is 100s
I can't fall in love if I think you want the funds from me
'09 Young Money, how I'm going dumb, dummy
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends, y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this, I said yeah let's do it just like this
All your friends is gonna'
Fill the club with teenage love
Scream songs and smell some drugs
Oh, oh, oh
I can tell you're tryna' go
We should spend some time alone, yeah
We should spend some time alone
Oh, oh, oh
I need some
I need some solitude with ya'
I got all type of things that I been tryna' do with ya'
Keep it honest I ain't tryna' screw with ya'
But I'm tryna' screw though
Get it fine tuned with ya'
And I'm feeling like I might just made a mistake
I don't really listen what the kids say
Make 'em do a spit-take
Can't believe what y'all been seeing
Play this in the coliseum
And it's, going up
Talk a lot, don't know enough
Spend my adolescence wondering when the girls are showing up
And, sure enough, they finally pulling up
You must think I'm on some stupid shit
You tryna' pull a stunt on me
On I, it's gon' be, a long time
And I'm balling like a small forward
Asked her could she get on all fours, said she all for it
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends, y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this, I said yeah let's do it just like this
All your friends is gonna'
Fill the club with teenage love
Scream songs and smell some drugs
Oh, oh, oh
I can tell you're tryna' go
We should spend some time alone, yeah
We should spend some time alone
Oh, oh, oh
Going stupid in this bitch
And she came in with her friends, y'all should loosen up a bit
She ain't used to getting lit like this
It's okay, me neither, I'm slizzed
Righteous, that's just how it feels every time she ride it
She said like this, I said yeah let's do it just like this
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to
She ain't used to gettin' lit
Like this
9th Grade lyrics - Jack Harlow
I can't have no convos with you now
I got confirmation numbers all across the fuckin' map, yeah
Tell me why you talkin' out your neck
You like to talk about your issues, I can't chalk it up to that
Chalk on the asphalt
Ass with the tan lines
I been wantin' you since 9th grade
It's about damn time
I don't wanna hear about your ex, keep it to yourself
I know that he like to send you texts, hope you doin' well
Pull up on me and you know the rest, tell me who you tell
Tell me she got real dreams, this just what she do for now
Bitch I'm feelin' juvenile
Got me jumpin' out the gym
I can't take it out the crib
Check the fridge, we out the skim
I feel like they out to get me
Heard you're tryin' see me six feet
Baby I can tell you're intrigued
Don't hide it, ain't no need for that
You the type I spend a long time with
Raw diamonds, wanna' get you raw diamonds
Jean jacket that she got from consignment
Novocaine, codependent with a coat of paint, oh yeah
I got code names for the things I wanna do when we in the same space
I can't have no convos with you now
I got confirmation numbers all across the fuckin' map, yeah
Tell me why you talkin' out your neck
You like to talk about your issues, I can't chalk it up to that
Chalk on the asphalt
Ass with the tan lines
I been wantin' you since 9th grade
It's about damn time
I don't wanna hear about your ex, keep it to yourself
I know that he like to send you texts, hope you doin' well
Pull up on me and you know the rest, tell me who you tell
Tell me she got real dreams, this just what she do for now
Bitch I'm feelin' juvenile
Got me jumpin' out the gym
I can't take it out the crib
Hold your breathe and count to ten
I don't want you pissed
She said I don't know what this is
I don't wanna dismiss that
But we can trust the process
I ain't with the nonsense
I don't check the contents
I got faith in humanity
She got ass like a manatee
That's a whole lot of ass if you askin' me
She said you got some audacity
Used to rap on Audacity
Don't let 'em back just 'cause they ask for me
'Cause I ain't in the mood for no conversation with 'ya
Said she had a great night but she forgot to take some pictures, ah damn
What a shame that is
Up right now, but we ain't changed a bit
I can't have no convos with you now
I got confirmation numbers all across the fuckin' map, yeah
Tell me why you talkin' out your neck
You like to talk about your issues, I can't chalk it up to that
Chalk on the asphalt
Ass with the tan lines
I been wantin' you since 9th grade
It's about damn time
I don't wanna hear about your ex, keep it to yourself
I know that he like to send you texts, hope you doin' well
Pull up on me and you know the rest, tell me who you tell
Tell me she got real dreams, this just what she do for now
Can't Call It lyrics - Jack Harlow
Can't call it
I don't know what to say about this night we been having
She throwing that ass, like it's a javelin
I'm down for the challenge
I'm out for the summer
Come and see me while I'm accessible
Don't get mad 'cause I had to check the pulse
Paid it for her, I ain't checkin' for the boy, yeah
Low fuel, I'ma pump it up to full, yeah
First impression, I already got you full, yeah
I got more in store, I don't read no horoscopes, yeah
Hibachi in the afternoon, I pull up 'fore it's closed, yeah
Wake up early, listening to Norah Jones, yeah
Don't know why y'all throwing that shade
I don't know why y'all wanna be backstage so bad
And your shit cracking
Reese Witherspoon with me, told her get back in
Can't call it
I don't know what to say about this night we been having
She throwing that ass, like it's a javelin
I'm down for the challenge
I'm out for the summer
Come and see me while I'm accessible
Don't get mad 'cause I had to check the pulse
Paid it for her, I ain't checkin' for the boy, yeah
Low fuel, I'ma pump it up to full, yeah
Quit talking
I don't want to hear about all the opinions that y'all been keeping
I got me a couple I like to see on the weekends
I keep it casual but they like to be on deep end sometimes
Handle that case by case
Know they want me make the same face, oh
Without a trace, eh
Without a trace, eh
Without a...
Can't call it
I don't know what to say about this night we been having
She throwing that ass, like it's a javelin
I'm down for the challenge
I'm out for the summer
Come and see me while I'm accessible
Don't get mad 'cause I had to check the pulse
Paid it for her, I ain't checkin' for the boy, yeah
Low fuel, I'ma pump it up to full, yeah
Drip Drop lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. CyHi The Prynce)
[Jack Harlow:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey
If you want it you can have it, that my old style
Moving through the night just like an old coy-
-Yote, low profile, sippin' something, got my piss lookin' like the Oh-hi
Push it 'til it's broke down
Somethin' like my momma when I take the bag home to her
Con artists talkin' like some connoisseurs
If you want the beef we can put them bitches on skewers
She the one I wrote this song for
And she put it on while she puttin' on the contour
Phone calls from the concourse
Long way from home and that pussy what I long for
But, for now I'm on the clock, uh
Give myself off to you right before I knock
Once I'm back home, then you know it's Yung Joc
We gon' set the camcorder up and make a Hitchcock
I'm a uhh, big shot, uh
I can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hot
I can't eat the leftovers out the Ziploc
It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it
I know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
I know the beat ain't really hot 'til I'm pacin' around
And I'm pacin' right now
Yeah, this shit knockin'
And she, and she, she tryin' give noggin (Ooh!)
Tryin' show the youngin' what the the tip top is
But see me, I'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is, uh
Hit it once, she say that we been talkin', uh
I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company
And it's validatin' for me, fill the void I been strugglin' with
I rock a soldier out of Troy when I'm bussin' this shit
It's an infection I avoid, I been wantin' a kid
But, I been flip floppin', huh
Indecisive how I'm tryin' get poppin' (Ooh!)
Plain cheeseburger, I don't get toppin'
Chauncey tryin' show me what the crip walk is
[CyHi The Prynce:]
CyHi, yeah, huh
Drip droppin'
Call the maintenance man, I don't fix faucets, huh
Smoke is strong, can't quit coughin'
Valentino with the Louis, boy, I make sauces
Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', haha
Big toppin' with the cheese gossip
She like my last CD, I guess she disc jockin'
Spokin' word over bass, I be grid lockin'
She was bad so I had to take the bitch shoppin'
Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick tockin', huh
Hurry up before my dick soften
She put the panties on backwards, got her criss crossin', huh
Send her home in some sweatpants
She vegan so I hit her with the eggplant, huh
Her daddy rich so so I'm Stedman, huh
Vetements Gucci headband, huh
She said I'm better than her ex man
If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant
I am not your nigga, I'm your bestfriend, huh
Shhh, quit talkin'
I just wanna' know what the drip drop is, huh
I pull her hair, girl, I rip stockins'
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kick rocks then
Never take the hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
She said, "I'm sorry, I don't get that type of dick often"
Honey gold diggin', hope you tryin' to pick pocket
So I'm swip swappin'
Got a thick chocolate
Little chick from the market, caught her wrist wathcin'
Now we at the crib and we binge watchin'
I'm straight forward on some Chris Rock shit
I'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is, huh
Knack For It lyrics - Jack Harlow
Off the backboard
I was thirty-minutes, he was hopping off the back porch
Tell me what you bad for, tell me who you good to
I'ma need a magazine or something I could look through
I been waiting
For, you to break up with your man
I seen him on the 'Gram and I ain't really a fan of y'alls
Situation, you gon' get tired, real tired tryna' make sense
Of how the fuck my day spent
Do you got issues with me
Tell me right now before you get rude with me
She got a knack for it
Even my best friend done fell in love with her before
Ain't gotta act forward
I know what you on, you should know that I done been here before
You need a passport
So when I'm on the road you can pull up, girl, with me on the tour
That sounds fire, takin' out the trash when you pulled up outside
I was lettin' out sighs of relief that I still got some more time with the scenes
Prayin' on, any sign of a weakness
I ain't trippin' in the least bit
You got problems that you need fixed
I got me a couple too, I know what you mean
She was disappearin', I ain't notice a thing
It might be better that way
She got a knack for it
Even my best friend done fell in love with her before
Ain't gotta act forward
I know what you on, you should know I done been here before
She got a knack for it
Even my best friend done fell in love with her before
Ain't gotta act forward
I know what you on, you should know I done been here before
Vacate lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Taylor)
(K. Swish)
[Taylor:]
Ayy, say it ain't so
Brought two bitches, go fast and slow
Take my time, let they sis, but it really ain't, no
Turn on strip like a bank on gold
Paint on this like if they don't know
Ain't no mixing, slide on us
Ain't no issue with all that, huh
I'm just different and all that
I just dipped out with all that, uh
Take a picture, what I got on, ayy
[Jack Harlow:]
Vacate the premises, uh
Y'all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin' me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
But that ain't the case (yeah)
I put you back in the place (yeah)
Me and my brothers we back in the place (yeah)
Come and say hi
I understand if you wanna' stay high for this
I'm in this bitch with no oxygen
My bro tryna quit so he copped the pen
Them fellas you with, boy they not your friends
I heard what they said 'cause they said it to me
I had to tell you, couldn't let this shit be
Vacate the premises, uh
Y'all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin' me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
[Taylor:]
Uh, but that ain't the case
I know it's hard to relate, yeah
Made the mistake (yeah)
Told her that I had it for one of her friends
Listenin', look on her face
But it ain't up for debate
I just might treat it accordingly (hey, hey, woah)
Might be too late for the or-a-gy (hey, hey)
Runnin' the beat 'til the chorus hit
I'll just put fridge in the orange juice (ayy, haha)
Ayy, I don't look good in an orange suit
I need a 'rari or horse shoes
Hop in the car and wonton soup
I need a trip to Milan soon
I gotta make up my mind, uh
Tell me what she read online today
I do not work with a horoscope
I wonder what the thesaurus say
I'm on the wing just like Hornacek (woah)
Give me a minute
Had to get rid of my demons or sum'n
Like it was tennis (hey, hey)
I guess I feel like I'm Jesus' son
Quick to forget it (yeah)
I heard the truck, she was rented
[Jack Harlow:]
Vacate the premises, uh
Y'all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin' me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
Too Much lyrics - Jack Harlow
She said that I tell her that she pretty too much, hey
I grew into them skinnies, used to rock them boot cuts
Say I told her that ain't nothin' like it in that new nut
Ayy, I heard 'em talkin' shit, I guess they thought they knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, yeah
I'm too much, ayy
I'm too much, ayy
I'm too much, ayy, listen
Ayy, bitch I'm in the south, that's right there off of New Cut, ayy
Only on occasion, that ain't where I grew up, ayy
Bitch I'm from the H, that's where they show my crew love, ayy
Pull up to yo' function, we might tear the roof up, ayy
Roof up, ayy
Roof up, ayy
Roof up, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep it rolling, ayy
Ayy, here we go
Try to get the little, uh, ayy
She said that I tell her that she pretty too much, hey
I grew into them skinnies, used to rock them boot cuts
Say I told her that ain't nothin' like it in that new nut
Ayy, I heard 'em talkin' shit, I guess they thought they knew us
She said that I tell her that she pretty too much, hey
I grew into them skinnies, used to rock them boot cuts
Say I told her that ain't nothin' like it in that new nut
Ayy, I heard 'em talkin' shit, I guess they thought they knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, yeah
I'm too much, ayy
I'm too much, ayy
I'm too much, ayy, yeah
Ayy, bitch I'm in the south, that's right there off of New Cut, ayy
Only on occasion, that ain't where I grew up, ayy
Bitch I'm from the H, that's where they show my crew love, ayy
Pull up to yo' function, we might tear the roof up, ayy
Roof up, ayy
Bruh how that shit soundin'
Talk to me bruh
Is it for real or are you bullshittin' bruh
Ahh shit!...
Hold up, keep it going, ayy...
It's a nut bitch
It's a nut, it's a nut, ayy
Here we go
She said that I tell her that she pretty too much, hey
I grew into them skinnies, used to rock them boot cuts
Say I told her that ain't nothin' like it in that new nut
I heard 'em talkin' shit, I guess they thought they knew us
She said that I tell her that she pretty too much, hey
I grew into them skinnies, used to rock them boot cuts
Say I told her that ain't nothin' like it in that new nut
Ayy, I heard 'em talkin' shit, I guess they thought they knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, yeah
I'm too much, ayy
I'm too much, ayy
I'm too much, ayy, listen
Ayy, uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Uh, knew us, hey
Eastern Parkway lyrics - Jack Harlow
I'm on Eastern Parkway, flyin' on a carpet
Through the yellow lights, I'm gliding on the way to her apartment
And I'm ridin', takin' in the smell of the street
It's night time by the way, but you can tell by the beat
That bass knockin' in my whip, just like some elephant feet
Catch a wave when I'm driving past my elementary
Grew up round the kids that made a belt with a string
And made me feel like I belonged 'cause they could tell I was me
Since then, whew feelin' like I might've lost track
I been thinking too much but I can't help it I think
That shit that's s'posed to make me happy only melts in the heat
If I could freeze it, maybe I could turn myself into steam
Bendin' corners through Cherokee Park
Way I'm driving you would think I was scared of the dark
Another ticket and my momma gon' tear me apart
Well... shit
Young and poppin', I been soakin' up my adolescence
I took some time to find the balance, now we back in session
Ain't goin' to college, I decided that's a bad investment
But I'm still takin notes and siftin' through my past and present
I been having trouble socializing
Go out to these parties to make people like me, nah I really don't feel like it
Can't relate to no one, I should stay home they'll miss me
I told this shit to Copelan on the way home from Cincy
He agreed with me, felt the same
Damn, that shits relieving
Maybe time to reassess my standards for an evening
Shit ain't perfect, we just searching for a plan or just a reason to
Fall in love with life and be a fan of fuckin' breathing
I ain't suicidal, but lately nothin' seems to interest me
And I ain't got the time if it don't gratify me instantly
Thought that I'd be smooth if I ain't smoke or drink
Still I got some vices that be stopping me from focusing
Like wassup with my dopamine, searching for a doper me
I don't want that Adderall, bitch, I ain't got no broken wings
Grew up with the poetry, at 12 I wrote a hot verse
Relying on a pill to do it only means I got worse
Routine lyrics - Jack Harlow
I was pillow talking with my ex, she said you not how I remember you
Lost inside the sexting, I forgot who I was ventin' to
My homie's favorite rapper Kanye West since we was little
So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout 'fore he went to school
My shit too clean, turned this to a routine
Yeah, I turned this to a routine
Boy, my shit too clean, turned this to a routine
Yeah I turned this to a routine
Take me out of this coma
Tell me now who this person is
Take back my diploma
Lord knows I ain't earn that shit
In the field with them cobras
In the field like it's first and ten
Momma catch my aroma, know my company on that herbal shit
Ain't been home in two weeks
Turn this beat to looseleaf
Going through the mood swings when you care more
She don't make time when she got time we just facetime
But she beautiful, like real talk though
She come right after that 8-9 so I'm stuck on her
I'm so gone off her
Might lay in bed with some other girl and talk about her after I bust on her
Like, what you think I should do?
I was pillow talking with my ex, she said you not how I remember you
Lost inside the sexting, I forgot who I was ventin' to
My homie's favorite rapper Kanye West since we was little
So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout 'for he went to school
My shit too clean, turned this to a routine
Yeah, I turned this to a routine
Boy, my shit too clean, turned this to a routine
Yeah I turned this to a routine
Might hit your girl on my daily schedule
Hit the gas, I'm gon' break the pedal
Don't hit my phone 'cause I'm changing levels
Just because we talk and I ain't made a move to get up in your pants don't make you special
I got the pistol though, shit can fit ya throat, just in case you wanna taste the metal
You ain't have to say all that
Damn it, I been on my shit
Since about 11 years old I been setting these goals and I handle them like it ain't shit
My mom introduced me to Outkast and I done examined Aquemini since
I'm in the pocket, they sending the blitz
Know I'm gon' scramble and head for the fence
I done ran through about every option
Don't ask about me, I'm very modest
When I'm in that thing, know I'm cherry poppin'
When I'm in my bag, that's Marry Poppins
Blue and black 1600s, need the blue stacks that's gon' keep coming
I put that on my damn city 'fore I move back and then refund it
I was pillow talking with my ex, she said you not how I remember you
Lost inside the sexting, I forgot who I was ventin' to
My homie's favorite rapper Kanye West since we was little
So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout 'for he went to school
My shit too clean, turned this to a routine
Yeah, I turned this to a routine
Boy, my shit too clean, turned this to a routine
Yeah, I turned this to a routine
Yeah, I turned this to a routine
Yeah, I turned this to a routine
OnnaWay lyrics - Jack Harlow
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang
And the people tryna' hang with us
Y'all should know that I ain't playin' with it
Girl you know I get tired of the same ol' thing
So that's why I couldn't stay with it
I ain't mean to do you wrong though, hey
Know I beat it like a bongo, hey
So her best friend hates me now
But I ain't trippin off what y'all gon' say
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Ain't shit changed, but the got damn slang
And the people tryna hang with us
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Something 'bout the east end at night
Floatin' through ya neighborhood below the streetlights
And I'm headed to ya cul-de-sac
Told me park a couple houses down
Cuz your neighbors on surveillance
As a favor to ya parents while they out of town
I been tryna' catch a vibe from ya
That's exactly why I texted 'Hi' to ya
Wouldn't believe me if I told you that I'd never lie to ya
And you shouldn't really
I'd explain it, but you couldn't feel me
She said it wouldn't kill me just to have a real conversation one time in my life
I don't know what's wrong with me, girl I know you right
Staring at the ceiling while I listen to you talk about the things that I be thinkin' bout too
And everything made sense for a second right then, but tomorrow I won't have a damn clue
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang
And the people tryna' hang with us
Y'all should know that I ain't playin' with it
Girl you know I get tired of the same ol' thing
So that's why I couldn't stay with it
I ain't mean to do you wrong though, hey
Know I beat it like a bongo, hey
So her best friend hates me now
But I ain't trippin off what y'all gon' say
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Ain't shit changed, but the got damn slang
And the people tryna hang with us
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Purple lights lighting up the basement
Lookin' out the window when the sun down
Take it as a perfect indication that my brother might not ever have to work another day shift
Thinkin' back when all of us in town
Remember we was always ridin' around
Doing nothing, and that shit be so nostalgic to me now, like fuck
Ain't no option, man, I gotta make y'all proud
'Cause the shit is in my blood, in my genes, you gon' need some better denim
Local scene fucking with you 'til you doing better than 'em
They the type that's gon' pretend that something you said offend them
Just so they can have their boys hold 'em back
Like, "Lemme hit 'em"
What a stupid ass evening
But I could prolly use a ass beatin'
Help me write about something besides what I was doing last weekend
And the girls that I be fucking who be chewing Jack's semen
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Ain't shit changed, but the goddamn slang
And the people tryna' hang with us
Y'all should know that I ain't playin' with it
Girl you know I get tired of the same ol' thing
So that's why I couldn't stay with it
I ain't mean to do you wrong though, hey
Know I beat it like a bongo, hey
So her best friend hates me now
But I ain't trippin off what y'all gon' say
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Ain't shit changed, but the got damn slang
And the people tryna hang with us
Tell them boys I'm on the way with it
Wasted Youth lyrics - Jack Harlow (feat. Shloob)
(Aye, you got me fucked up if you think I'mma fuck up this time, alright
It's the kid, come on, aye)
[Jack Harlow:]
I rock the tan cargos with the velcro seams
I can't feel the vibration when my cell phone ring
I like to watch them split the swisher, make the 'rillo bleed
I know that Sunny keep a pound inside the L.L. Bean
And this that wasted youth, killing time
Say the truth, feel the vibe
Baby let me bring you 'round my friends, yeah, they the purest
I might act a little different that's just 'cause they give me courage
When I need it
I mean I'm joking but I'm not
Yeah the story of my life, said I play too fucking much
And I say that way too much, guess that still don't justify it
But I been that way forever, I don't feel like even trying to change
She the one I'm tryna' be real with
But this that tick-tock, she ain't got no time for my feelings
I need a pit stop every time I ride with my villains
They up in Big Rock blowing smoke inside the pavilion, you know
Wasted youth, killing time
Say the truth, feel the vibe
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
[Shloob:]
Wasted youth, wasted time
Wish that I could press rewind
Don't fuck with sunshine, stuck in my confines
Yeah, I'm worried 'bout real shit, you worried 'bout punchlines
And I was coolin' with my niggas
Talking 'bout stacking them figures
Wasting my time with them bitches
Chilling, kicking, she gon' stuff them swishers
And I don't even smoke for real but I'mma puff it with her
And we gon' fuck and I ain't gon' see her for a couple weekends
'Cause I been drinking, I been smoking, going off the deep end
She said that she gon' be my baby well I guess it depends
Catch me faded maybe we can see then, maybe we can be friends
If we don't hit it off, I'm sorry
Lately, I been distant, you can cut this shit off
I just been lost in my thoughts
Wasted money, chasing truth
Wasted time, wasted youth
[Jack Harlow:]
Wasted youth, killing time
Say the truth, feel the vibe
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
Wasted youth
Detox lyrics - Jack Harlow
Airplane mode for the evening
Detox lemme go and breathe in
Exhale changing with the seasons
And I heard you say you didn't need friends
I see ya' apathetic and I get it
People don't just do that for no reason
But tell the truth, I think that shit pathetic
Wait until we fall right off the deep end
And I might just have to turn this shit around
They don't wanna see you build, they gonna burn it to the ground
Every time that I get high, I think I'm flirting with the clouds
Only time I feel inspired when I'm swervin' through my town
Airplane mode for the evening
Detox lemme go and breathe in
Exhale changing with the seasons
And I heard you say you didn't need friends
I see ya' apathetic and I get it
People don't just do that for no reason
But tell the truth, I think that shit pathetic
Wait until we fall right off the deep end
And I might just have to turn this shit around
They don't wanna see you build, they gonna burn it to the ground
Every time that I get high, I think I'm flirting with the clouds
Only time I feel inspired when I'm swervin' through my town
Airplane mode for the evening
Detox lemme go and breathe in
Exhale changing with the seasons
And I heard you say you didn't need friends
I see ya' apathetic and I get it
People don't just do that for no reason
But tell the truth, I think that shit pathetic
Wait until we fall right off the deep end
And I might just have to turn this shit around
They don't wanna see you build, they gonna burn it to the ground
Every time that I get high, I think I'm flirting with the clouds
Only time I feel inspired when I'm swervin' through my town
Airplane mode for the evening
Detox lemme go and breathe in
Exhale changing with the seasons
And I heard you say you didn't need friends
I see ya' apathetic and I get it
People don't just do that for no reason
But tell the truth, I think that shit pathetic
Wait until we fall right off the deep end
And I might just have to turn this shit around
They don't wanna see you build, they gonna burn it to the ground
Every time that I get high, I think I'm flirting with the clouds
Only time I feel inspired when I'm swervin' through my town
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