Brent Faiyaz - F*ck The World Album Lyrics

Skyline
Clouded
Been Away
Fuck the World (Summer in London)
Let Me Know
Soon az I Get Home (Interlude)
Rehab (Winter in Paris)
Bluffin
Lost Kids Get Money
Make It Out (Outro)

Skyline

Do you know what makes this world go 'round?
Around
Do you know what makes this world go 'round?
Around

Think it through
What it means to you
And everything you do
Don't affect just you, oh
I can't help but feel like I don't give a f*ck
I just take this shit and blow it up
It's no wonder I feel stuck
F*ck what's said, you ain't what you claim
We all come from a sin
And I don't know if it'll change

Do you know what makes this world go 'round?
Around
Do you know what makes this world go 'round?
Around

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Writer: Christopher Brent Wood
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Clouded

That shit definitely broke
Gotta get it how you live, you know?
Everybody talkin' 'bout R&B shit
I'm just talkin' me shit
You know what I mean?
Let me hear that

I gave it all for a fantasy
Is anybody gon' remember me?
If I go tonight, I doubt the world'll change
I just pray they don't forget my name
These are game rules, I can't lose
When it's all said and done, will I still be cool?
Spent like (how much?)
Ten thousand (ten thousand)
Twenty thousand (twenty thousand)
Thirty thousand (thirty thousand)
Forty thousand
How much I'ma spend profilin'?
She come in and compliment my closet
F*ck her on the floor like I don't give a f*ck 'bout her
Your judgement get clouded when you clouted
My opposition wish I'd stop smilin'
My family wish I'd stop wildin'
I'm still on the east side smokin' with my OG's
'Cause they the only ones that really know me
I was f*ckin' superstars when I was nineteen
The shit we did, you won't believe me
Now I'm at the turn up, lookin' lonely
Then they wonder why I'm quiet at them house parties
'Cause everybody see me
Roll some blunts and hit her once and now she need me
Her nigga wanna be me (yeah)
But they don't know I'm fightin' demons
I feel like dyin' every season
I've been swimmin' in the deep end
All my bitches know I'm leavin' at some point (I'm out)
Whether there's a reason or not
Don't try givin' me reasons to stop

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Writer: Carlos Munoz, Christopher Ruelas, Christopher Brent Wood, Samuel Wishkoski
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Been Away

(I'm just tryna get my paper straight)
(I'm just tryna get my paper straight)
(I'm just tryna get my paper straight)
(I'm just tryna get my paper straight)

I know I've been away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl
Don't give my shit away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl
I know I've been away (mm)
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl (yeah)
Don't give my shit away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl

They just wanna f*ck with you
'Cause they know I f*ck with you
If I put my trust in you
What would you do?
Would you just step out? (Step out)
Would you thug it out? (Thug it out)
Would you be here to the end?
I just wanna know it's you, my friend
I just wanna know if you pretending

I know I've been away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl
Don't give my shit away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl
I know I've been away (yeah, yeah, mm)
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl
(Yeah) Don't give my shit away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl

Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Don't let me down (don't let me down)
Don't do me wrong (don't do me wrong)
'Cause I ain't got no one at all
This penthouse view ain't as beautiful as you
Won't ever have time but I can make time for you
Know I used to tell lies but I would never lie to you
Shopping spree on my dime looking all kinds of new
Do you know what I like? What would you like to do?
Tell me, tell me, I tend to you

I know I've been (yeah, yeah)
I know I've been away (away)
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl
Don't give my shit away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl
I know I've been away (I've been away)
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl (been away)
Don't give my shit away
I'm just tryna get my paper straight, girl

(Keep me out your head)
(I'm for real)
(Keep me out your head)
(I'm for real)
(Baby, keep me out your head)
(Oh, oh)
(Keep me out your head)

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Writer: Carlos Daniel Munoz, Christopher Ruelas, Christopher Brent Wood, David Camilo Patino, Jacob Brian Dutton, James Alex Jeanty, Jariuce Banks, John Roderick Jr. Key, Jonathan Jabari Wells, Samuel Benjamin Wishkoski
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Fuck the World (Summer in London)

Wanna f*ck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"

Don't open your mouth if you ain't speakin' good to me
I ain't built like him
You f*ckin' with a G
Just 'cause I f*ck you, that don't mean I trust you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes, baby
F*ck me crazy and I'll tell you 'bout me

I was nothin' at all
Took a trip to London just to hear how they talk
Back to 4-1-0
You should hear how they talk
He might be Mr. Track and Field, but I done ran through 'em all
Yeah, that nigga play D1 but you still watch how we ball
I ain't never home for long but you pull up when I call
All the hood niggas respect me
Strippers wanna sex me
You bluffed on him, now he mad because you let me

If it ain't f*cked up, don't change it
I'd prolly be dead if I was basic
Would you still give me head if I had day shifts?
I work when I want
I do what I want
She get what she want
I call her my wishy one
Wash it off when you top me off you know I be slumped

Wanna f*ck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"

Don't come around, if you ain't close to me
I ain't built like them, you gotta work for me
Just 'cause I haunt you it don't mean I want you, I don't
You got some high hopes
High hopes (lemme hear that)

Wanna f*ck the world I'm a walkin' erection
Spend without a thought, we do it reckless
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"
Your nigga caught us textin'
You said, "Baby, don't be mad, you know how Brent is"

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Writer: Christopher Brent Wood, David Patino, Jason Avalos
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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Let Me Know

Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
How in the Hell could I possibly love someone else?
Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) This for them niggas like me
How in the Hell could I possibly love someone else?

Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) It don't matter what they say 'bout you
How in the Hell could I possibly love someone else?
(Let me know)
Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) This for them niggas like me
How in the Hell, could I possibly love someone else?

Some things we can't explain
Why do we act this way?
Why don't we make it easier
For the world to change someday?
Sometimes I contemplate
Some things my heart can't take
Why do we hurt one another?
Fight our brother, kill and rape?
Love can trump it all
I know you seen it all (yeah)
I know you a star
You just have to believe in who you are
Who can you love?

Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) This for them niggas like me
How in the Hell could I possibly love someone else?
Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) It don't matter what they say 'bout you
How in the Hell could I possibly love someone else?
(Let me know)
Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) This for them niggas like me
How in the Hell, could I possibly love someone else?

And with livin' comes with ills
Don't let 'em make you feel like the world can't heal
It's hard out here
Despite your fears, keep holdin' on
With all those tears, you can't hold 'em on
And how?
'Cause somebody else know you
If you don't know you, you're searchin'
But what's missin' is your heart
Who can I love?

Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) This for them niggas like me
How in the Hell could I possibly love someone else?
(Let me know)
Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) It don't matter what they say 'bout you
How in the Hell could I possibly love someone else?
Who can I love
When they tell me I can't love myself?
(Let me know) This for them niggas like me
How in the Hell, could I possibly love someone else?

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Writer: Carlos Munoz, Christopher Brent Wood, David Phelps, Jariuce Banks, Jonathan Wells
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Soon az I Get Home (Interlude)

I be ridin' alone but soon as I get home
You gon' ride 'til infinity
I be slidin' alone but soon as I get home

I live life on the roam but soon as I get home
You gon' ride 'til infinity
I be ridin' alone but soon as I get home

I be ridin' alone but soon as I get home
You gon' ride 'til infinity
I be slidin' alone but soon as I get home

I live life on the roam but soon as I get home
You gon' ride 'til infinity
I be ridin' alone but soon as I get home

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Writer: Atupele Ndisale, Christopher Brent Wood, David Patino, Gabe Noel
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
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Rehab (Winter in Paris)

I got too many hoes, but they ain't you
You like to put that shit in your nose, but I still love you
Be doing shit that nobody knows
In the streets they be thinkin' you a lady
But at home (you a motherf*ckin' porn star, I swear to God)

If you ain't nasty, don't at me (nasty)
I been working all day (all damn day)
I like to run the street 'til it's dark out
And then come home and blow your back out, I hope that's okay
I can't leave you alone ('lone, 'lone)
(Not for no 24 hours)
(All damn day)

Lately I been thinking 'bout us (about us, about us, about us)
You as real as they come
But you would rather be on them drugs (the drugs, the drugs, the drugs)
And I would rather hang with my thugs
F*cking with you been drainin' me out, you know that?
But you blow that well, where that throat at?
You better kiss it before I go
(You a motherf*ckin' porn star, I swear to God)

If you ain't nasty, don't at me (nasty)
I been working all day (all damn day)
I like to run the street 'til it's dark out
And then come through and blow your back out, I hope that's okay
I can't leave you alone ('lone, 'lone)
(All damn day)

(All damn day)
(About us, about us, about us)
(All damn day)
(The drugs, the drugs, the drugs)
(All damn day)

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Writer: Christopher Brent Wood, Ernest Dion Wilson, Steve Wyreman, Fabbien Kallet Nahounou
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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Bluffin

Either you're bluffin' or you just don't care
You could be bluffin' or I could mean nothin' at all
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there
Maybe there's nothing there
Either you're bluffin' or just don't care(You don't care)
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there
Yeah

Lately I don't feel the same
I ain't your baby father
I ain't your one and only
But you love to scream my name
And I done taught you things
In exchange for constant pain (you don't care)
You led me on
On and on and on

Either you're bluffin' or you just don't care
You could be bluffin' or I could mean nothin' at all
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there
(Maybe) Maybe there's nothing there (Yeah)
Either you're bluffin' or you just don't care
(You don't care)
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there

All he do is beat you down
But you stick around (you don't care)
I bet he won't be actin' so hard if I was there (nothing there)
I know you get lonely
And I know you don't know me (you don't care)
That don't mean that this won't ever go nowhere
And I call your bluff

Either you're bluffin' or just don't care (don't care)
You could be bluffin' or I could mean nothin' at all
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there
Maybe there's nothing there
Either you're bluffin' or you just don't care
(You don't care)
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there

(Maybe there's nothing there)
Maybe, you just don't care (you don't care)
Or there ain't nothin' (nothin' at all)

(Maybe there's nothing there)
Maybe, you just don't care (you don't care)
Or there ain't nothin' (nothin' at all)

Either you're bluffin' or you just don't care
You could be bluffin' or I could mean nothin' at all
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there
Maybe there's nothing there
Either you're bluffin' or you just don't care
(You don't care)
You're mad at somethin' or there's nothing there

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Writer: Atupele Ndisale, Christopher Brent Wood, David Patino, Ibn Young, Jason Avalos
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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Lost Kids Get Money

Uh, yeah

I just pull up in this bitch
In the function with my clique
I stay in the back, big thing on my hip
F*ckin' in the back, I stay with a bitch
Smellin' like a lick, smellin' like Margiela
Seein' is believin', I don't see none of you fellas (Stevie Wonder)
Dropped a song and these famous bitches love it
I'm a dog, they don't root for me in public
If I hit it then it ain't woth no discussion
We the reason that our city buzzin'
All my bros collect, all my bros is next
Who need work? I could plug you with connects
Shit get hot, who you call, collect?
Who you just finesse?
Go lay low out West

Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll
Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll
Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll
Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll

What you mean you ain't gettin' no bread? (Yeah, yeah)
All my f*ckin' soldiers get paid
If you on a plot today (yeah)
Don't let one-two take your guap away
Just took a ride in the Rover
Through my old hood with my friends
I'm still pipin' hoes from like 2010
They heard about my moves, they know I'm the man
I got too much to lose, f*ckin' on these fans
I paid all my dues, plus I never ran
I need all the loot put it in my hand, uh
Better grab your girl 'cause I'ma f*ck her (oh yeah)
She chose up, I do it like no other, no
Anywhere I wanna go, I been doin' all these shows
I be spendin' all this dough

Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll
Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll
Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll
Money get lost when you don't chase it
(Gon' and chase it) What you lookin' at me for?
Should be lookin' at a bankroll

(Money get lost when you don't chase it)

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Make It Out (Outro)

I've been down
Ohh
But I hope I make it out
Ohh-oh, whoa
I've been down
But I hope I make it out
Ohh-oh, whoa

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F*ck The World Info:

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F*ck the World is the fourth EP by American R&B singer Brent Faiyaz, released February 7, 2020, by Lost Kids.

Performed By: Brent Faiyaz
Genre(s): R&B
Producer(s): Faiyaz, L3gion, Paperboy Fabe, Loshendrix, Nascent, Sam Wish, Dpat, Jake One, D Phelps, Freeze, Jariuce Banks, Atu, No I.D.
Length: 26:35
Released: February 7th, 2020
Year: 2020

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