Yeah
We gon' start it like
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, it's eightone
Yeah, okay
In actuality I'm one of the best
I just can't seem to get that
Through to my head, man
I move wrong
Need a change in my step
All the smoking out the bong
Pretty soon I'm a dead man
This shit mad
I won't be lead, man
You lost me
My lifestyle really starting to cost me though
Like broken homes
I got nowhere to go
I'm all alone, yo
You'd probably think I was a product of feins
The way the weed
Got my skin turning green
But good parents
Just a kid
With a pocket of dreams
I ain't been hitting on the lottery
Guess I ain't doing what I gotta be
The hard life
Of a rapping prodigy, but
Know I ain't got it rough
Cause hella people in America
Is starving and stuff
Swear I see it too much
Think about it
When I light up a dutch
And it's worse
Cause they keeping us stuck
What the f*ck, uh
Yeah
The one they used to label dumb and slow
Was never jotting notes
Head plotting
Teacher said I'm toast
It's hard to drop the dumbest flow
And make the honor roll
Was always at home
My senior year, I ain't never show
But put my chest to a stethoscope
It's a heart of gold
Ain't see a star? I guess you need a telescope
Or you just ain't vibrating up on this metronome
Scream it from a megaphone
This the only life I know
Uh
Just the PROs
I'm from New York
We winning, pop a new cork
I'm digging in with two forks
I wish I knew more
Before I turned my brain to mush
Smoke a lot of kush
No saint like Reggie Bush
Just tryna go from
Overlooked to overbooked
You didn't know? Just gimme a year
I'm gon' blow
Like a hoe off a couple of beers
That's my bad
Mind been harder to steer as of late
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
It's mf eightone
Til infinity, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ain't wanna let me in
Then I'm kicking the door
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Going in on tracks
Til they hand me some dough
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm that young fly mother f*cker
Mfs already know
Uh, yeah
It's eightone
Ya bitch know me
Ya mom know me
Shit
Bye
eightone - Infinity (yo, yo) Lyrics
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Yeah
We gon' start it like
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, it's eightone
Yeah, okay
In actuality I'm one of the best
I just can't seem to get that
Through to my head, man
I move wrong
Need a change in my step
All the smoking out the bong
Pretty soon I'm a dead man
This shit mad
I won't be lead, man
You lost me
My lifestyle really starting to cost me though
Like broken homes
I got nowhere to go
I'm all alone, yo
You'd probably think I was a product of feins
The way the weed
Got my skin turning green
But good parents
Just a kid
With a pocket of dreams
I ain't been hitting on the lottery
Guess I ain't doing what I gotta be
The hard life
Of a rapping prodigy, but
Know I ain't got it rough
Cause hella people in America
Is starving and stuff
Swear I see it too much
Think about it
When I light up a dutch
And it's worse
Cause they keeping us stuck
What the f*ck, uh
Yeah
The one they used to label dumb and slow
Was never jotting notes
Head plotting
Teacher said I'm toast
It's hard to drop the dumbest flow
And make the honor roll
Was always at home
My senior year, I ain't never show
But put my chest to a stethoscope
It's a heart of gold
Ain't see a star? I guess you need a telescope
Or you just ain't vibrating up on this metronome
Scream it from a megaphone
This the only life I know
Uh
Just the PROs
I'm from New York
We winning, pop a new cork
I'm digging in with two forks
I wish I knew more
Before I turned my brain to mush
Smoke a lot of kush
No saint like Reggie Bush
Just tryna go from
Overlooked to overbooked
You didn't know? Just gimme a year
I'm gon' blow
Like a hoe off a couple of beers
That's my bad
Mind been harder to steer as of late
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
It's mf eightone
Til infinity, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ain't wanna let me in
Then I'm kicking the door
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Going in on tracks
Til they hand me some dough
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm that young fly mother f*cker
Mfs already know
Uh, yeah
It's eightone
Ya bitch know me
Ya mom know me
Shit
Bye
We gon' start it like
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Uh, yeah
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, it's eightone
Yeah, okay
In actuality I'm one of the best
I just can't seem to get that
Through to my head, man
I move wrong
Need a change in my step
All the smoking out the bong
Pretty soon I'm a dead man
This shit mad
I won't be lead, man
You lost me
My lifestyle really starting to cost me though
Like broken homes
I got nowhere to go
I'm all alone, yo
You'd probably think I was a product of feins
The way the weed
Got my skin turning green
But good parents
Just a kid
With a pocket of dreams
I ain't been hitting on the lottery
Guess I ain't doing what I gotta be
The hard life
Of a rapping prodigy, but
Know I ain't got it rough
Cause hella people in America
Is starving and stuff
Swear I see it too much
Think about it
When I light up a dutch
And it's worse
Cause they keeping us stuck
What the f*ck, uh
Yeah
The one they used to label dumb and slow
Was never jotting notes
Head plotting
Teacher said I'm toast
It's hard to drop the dumbest flow
And make the honor roll
Was always at home
My senior year, I ain't never show
But put my chest to a stethoscope
It's a heart of gold
Ain't see a star? I guess you need a telescope
Or you just ain't vibrating up on this metronome
Scream it from a megaphone
This the only life I know
Uh
Just the PROs
I'm from New York
We winning, pop a new cork
I'm digging in with two forks
I wish I knew more
Before I turned my brain to mush
Smoke a lot of kush
No saint like Reggie Bush
Just tryna go from
Overlooked to overbooked
You didn't know? Just gimme a year
I'm gon' blow
Like a hoe off a couple of beers
That's my bad
Mind been harder to steer as of late
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
It's mf eightone
Til infinity, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Ain't wanna let me in
Then I'm kicking the door
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Going in on tracks
Til they hand me some dough
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm that young fly mother f*cker
Mfs already know
Uh, yeah
It's eightone
Ya bitch know me
Ya mom know me
Shit
Bye
Writer: Will Klamm
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid