[Intro:]
I said my tour just sold out
Album's been bought out, girlfriend might put out - terrific
Oh that's the good route, shit that you dream 'bout
Now that you got it feels different
I don't need no one, no one to tell me
Everything will be alright
Hair just like Elvis, hands on her pelvis
But let me delve in
[Verse 1:]
I said I got a lot of dreams and you got a lot of needs
So there ain't a lot of time for me to help it
And I ain't slept in nearly 20 weeks, is that healthy?
I'm making money when I go to sleep, is that wealthy?
I'd rather talk about my self esteem but that's selfish
Lot of folks complain about the cards that you dealt me
But I'm still here shuffling the deck, yo what's come of it?
Used to know it all, now I'd rather just discover it
So f*ck it, man, I said f*ck it, man
Yo, f*ck it, man, I'm just a lucky man
[Hook:]
Baby I want it all [x2]
And I can't run away, don't know what to say or do anymore
[Verse 2:]
She like "oh you so worried about getting bras and shit"
Comin' to my shows just to hear applause and shit
They get mad at me when the fans throw they bras and shit
Tryna tell me that it ain't part of my job descrip
I'm re-writing the history either way you interpret it
My life is like a circus the way these clowns have been surfacing
But you had my back, you memorized every word
Maybe bridges are meant to be burned
And when he gave you passes, I was gassed I can't lie
But I was busy living out my passions, that's why
My friend's just laugh, it's funny
The type of shit I'm mad at
90% is love, but all we hear is the bad
I wish I could take back the time we wasted talking 'bout you
I wish I could take back the time we wasted being mad
The funny thing about it's that I'm better off without you
It'd be worse if nothing changed
So now I'm glad that I matter on my own
Yeah I matter on my own
Really out here on my own
And I just thought that you should know
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
And I don't want to let this thing go
Cause they leaving me with nothing, nothing
Leaving me with nothing, nothing
On my own
I'd rather just watch it all grow
Cause at least I got something, something
100% of something, something
On my own
[Hook x2]
Hoodie Allen - People Keep Talking Album Lyrics
Hoodie Allen - People Keep Talking Lyrics
Writer: Jr., Steven Markowitz Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN DLJ SONGS
Copyright: Lyrics © DOWNTOWN DLJ SONGS
People Keep Talking
[Verse 1:]
I'm gonna talk when I wanna talk
I don't need the long distance to plan this shit
Did it on my own with no management
Must be why nobody can manage him
A&R's always want to take advantages
Find a poor kid, sell him on a fantasy
But I've always been way above the average
That's why nobody else can compare to me
Other rappers don't offend me
Cause I got more drive than a Bentley
In the driveway with a Hemmy, dream girl Rossum
I'm just tryna get an Emmy
F*ck that, I just wanna get a Grammy
Then add three more for my family
Got a plan but I never had a plan B
If you think you'll fail then you might as well drive in a Camry
And I may never get the cover of that Rolling Stone
Didn't fit the vibe they were going for
But it's XXL, but I couldn't excel
They said we really don't get it but we're wishing you well
Oh well, LOL, ain't got time for no print
Fame come and go when you rhyming so shit
Ain't gotta sign on no dotted line
But if I do, f*ck you for criticizing
When I pick up the phone, they don't even call back
They just leave me a voicemail
They gon' tell you you changed and shit ain't the same
Like this shit was a choice, hell
My haters are kicking the bucket
It must have been hard to be wrong all along
But isn't it love when they memorize every damn word of your song?
[Hook:]
Cause they be calling my phone but you already know
I be hitting ignore cause you late
I just throw it away, I don't care what they say at all
Cause people keep talking, people keep talking
But I don't hear nothing when people keep talking
[Verse 2:]
One shot, two shot, three shot, super drunk
Four shot, wrong shot, jump shot, no f*cks
Even when I spit it I'mma be the spitting image
Of somebody you recognize when you watching television
I'm just trying to be like Jordan, I'm tired of being Pippen
I've been coming off the bench and watching my haters get it
It's a young Jake Gyllenhaal, drop the beat cause I kill 'em all
Grab a seat cause I fill them all
Go hard motherf*cker, ain't a pen involved
Y'all try to get up any way that you can
Step on the back of your favorite fan
Charging like 50 to take a quick picture
You scummy ass rappers are not in demand
And you certainly ain't in it for love
I'm just saying this shit cause it's true
I know that all of y'all wanted a bus cause the image important to you
Well I guess that's human nature
Selfish motherf*ckers never do you favors
Till they all get dropped and they sent to waivers
Go shop get shelved like it's Lord and Taylor (what?!)
I'm the man in the city, well I guess that'd make you the miss
These rappers are acting all over the mic nowadays and they ain't Ludacris
You tell me you hate I exist while your girlfriend is grooving to all of my songs
She made you a Spotify playlist and there ain't no room for you dog?
[Hook:]
Cause they be calling my phone but you already know
I be hitting ignore cause you late
I just throw it away, I don't care what they say at all
Cause people keep talking, people keep talking
But I don't hear nothing when people keep talking
"Hello? um Hoodie I just wanna tell you if you're listening you're my favorite artist ever, and I've just watched you come so far and you're just so amazing and I love your song 'No Interruption' and oh my god 'Two Lips' oh my god. I can't wait for the new music to come out and um I was really wondering will you follow me in instagram? um, my handle is PattyMayo565 um and oh underscore. Heh, I'm so sorry. oh my god yes and you have to come back to Wisconsin because I made you a bracelet and um oh my god I'm so nervous I'm sorry I'm like a little girl okay um I gotta go take shit but it was really great to I guess talk to you ok. Bye Hoodie."
I'm gonna talk when I wanna talk
I don't need the long distance to plan this shit
Did it on my own with no management
Must be why nobody can manage him
A&R's always want to take advantages
Find a poor kid, sell him on a fantasy
But I've always been way above the average
That's why nobody else can compare to me
Other rappers don't offend me
Cause I got more drive than a Bentley
In the driveway with a Hemmy, dream girl Rossum
I'm just tryna get an Emmy
F*ck that, I just wanna get a Grammy
Then add three more for my family
Got a plan but I never had a plan B
If you think you'll fail then you might as well drive in a Camry
And I may never get the cover of that Rolling Stone
Didn't fit the vibe they were going for
But it's XXL, but I couldn't excel
They said we really don't get it but we're wishing you well
Oh well, LOL, ain't got time for no print
Fame come and go when you rhyming so shit
Ain't gotta sign on no dotted line
But if I do, f*ck you for criticizing
When I pick up the phone, they don't even call back
They just leave me a voicemail
They gon' tell you you changed and shit ain't the same
Like this shit was a choice, hell
My haters are kicking the bucket
It must have been hard to be wrong all along
But isn't it love when they memorize every damn word of your song?
[Hook:]
Cause they be calling my phone but you already know
I be hitting ignore cause you late
I just throw it away, I don't care what they say at all
Cause people keep talking, people keep talking
But I don't hear nothing when people keep talking
[Verse 2:]
One shot, two shot, three shot, super drunk
Four shot, wrong shot, jump shot, no f*cks
Even when I spit it I'mma be the spitting image
Of somebody you recognize when you watching television
I'm just trying to be like Jordan, I'm tired of being Pippen
I've been coming off the bench and watching my haters get it
It's a young Jake Gyllenhaal, drop the beat cause I kill 'em all
Grab a seat cause I fill them all
Go hard motherf*cker, ain't a pen involved
Y'all try to get up any way that you can
Step on the back of your favorite fan
Charging like 50 to take a quick picture
You scummy ass rappers are not in demand
And you certainly ain't in it for love
I'm just saying this shit cause it's true
I know that all of y'all wanted a bus cause the image important to you
Well I guess that's human nature
Selfish motherf*ckers never do you favors
Till they all get dropped and they sent to waivers
Go shop get shelved like it's Lord and Taylor (what?!)
I'm the man in the city, well I guess that'd make you the miss
These rappers are acting all over the mic nowadays and they ain't Ludacris
You tell me you hate I exist while your girlfriend is grooving to all of my songs
She made you a Spotify playlist and there ain't no room for you dog?
[Hook:]
Cause they be calling my phone but you already know
I be hitting ignore cause you late
I just throw it away, I don't care what they say at all
Cause people keep talking, people keep talking
But I don't hear nothing when people keep talking
"Hello? um Hoodie I just wanna tell you if you're listening you're my favorite artist ever, and I've just watched you come so far and you're just so amazing and I love your song 'No Interruption' and oh my god 'Two Lips' oh my god. I can't wait for the new music to come out and um I was really wondering will you follow me in instagram? um, my handle is PattyMayo565 um and oh underscore. Heh, I'm so sorry. oh my god yes and you have to come back to Wisconsin because I made you a bracelet and um oh my god I'm so nervous I'm sorry I'm like a little girl okay um I gotta go take shit but it was really great to I guess talk to you ok. Bye Hoodie."
Writer: CHRISTOPHER JASPER, ERNIE ISLEY, JARED EVAN SIEGEL, MARVIN ISLEY, O'KELLY ISLEY, RAMON IBANGA JR., RONALD ISLEY, RUDOLPH ISLEY, STEVEN MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Movie
[Verse 1:]
She got an ass like her mama's, call that Julia Roberts
This pretty lady is crazy cause she addicted to drama
I'm tryna keep it romantic, I'm like Matthew McConaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She loves to listen to oldies and wear her hair like Madonna
She tell her dad I'm a doctor, I think that she clueless
I only play one on TV like I'm a young George Clooney
Dawg I was destined for movies, getting better when older
You need to get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder
If you are slacking a bunch, pack it up
Got a Wahlberg flow, packing a punch
Billy Madison I'm never packing a lunch
But I'm eating y'all raps cause you snacking it much
I'm just a fighter, an All-American psycho rapper
I Minnie Driver these girls crazy, there ain't no after
I'm on that Casablanca, watch out homie this is classic
My life reality television, ain't no one acting
[Hook:]
The city can be mine
But you just need to stop and learn your lines
Hey girl, well let's make a movie
You can be my leading lady beauty
Grab your camera, don't be shy
Things ain't always black and white
We can make this world into our movie
[Verse 2:]
These people asking me questions, they like "how did you do it?"
Now the way we blowing up, it's like a Michael Bay movie
I got a beautiful mind, so got these beautiful women
They say you win some and lose some but all I'm doing is winning
My life like Benjamin Button, let's go back to the future
And start it back in 2000 with just a mic and computer
I was just writing these raps, trying to bring the whole city with me
I went from being Home Alone and now I'm Richie, Richie
I put my old life behind me, jumped in front of the camera
I got these honeys going crazy, call that Jessica Alba
These other rappers are like how come they can't get to where I did
Vring vring, here come Johnny homie I'm shining
I got bad bitches on my dick, clips homie I'm grinding
It's so dope, they go home to TiVo and rewind it
Struggling rappers are acting like they some waiters now
They busy watching me make it homie, you wait around
[Hook:]
The city can be mine
But you just need to stop and learn your lines
Hey girl, well let's make a movie
You can be my leading lady beauty
Grab your camera, don't be shy
Things ain't always black and white
We can make this world into our movie
[Bridge:]
Is it your eyes? Is it your hair?
Is it your look? Is it your stare?
I swear the camera love, love, love, love
I swear the camera love you
Is it your eyes? Is it your hair?
Is it your look? Is it your stare?
I'm tryna cut, cut
Oh this is the cut - the director's cut
[Hook:]
Hey girl, well let's make a movie
You can be my leading lady beauty
Grab your camera, don't be shy
Things ain't always black and white
We can make this world into our movie
[Outro:]
Now let them horns play...
She got an ass like her mama's, call that Julia Roberts
This pretty lady is crazy cause she addicted to drama
I'm tryna keep it romantic, I'm like Matthew McConaugh
Don't need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
She loves to listen to oldies and wear her hair like Madonna
She tell her dad I'm a doctor, I think that she clueless
I only play one on TV like I'm a young George Clooney
Dawg I was destined for movies, getting better when older
You need to get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder
If you are slacking a bunch, pack it up
Got a Wahlberg flow, packing a punch
Billy Madison I'm never packing a lunch
But I'm eating y'all raps cause you snacking it much
I'm just a fighter, an All-American psycho rapper
I Minnie Driver these girls crazy, there ain't no after
I'm on that Casablanca, watch out homie this is classic
My life reality television, ain't no one acting
[Hook:]
The city can be mine
But you just need to stop and learn your lines
Hey girl, well let's make a movie
You can be my leading lady beauty
Grab your camera, don't be shy
Things ain't always black and white
We can make this world into our movie
[Verse 2:]
These people asking me questions, they like "how did you do it?"
Now the way we blowing up, it's like a Michael Bay movie
I got a beautiful mind, so got these beautiful women
They say you win some and lose some but all I'm doing is winning
My life like Benjamin Button, let's go back to the future
And start it back in 2000 with just a mic and computer
I was just writing these raps, trying to bring the whole city with me
I went from being Home Alone and now I'm Richie, Richie
I put my old life behind me, jumped in front of the camera
I got these honeys going crazy, call that Jessica Alba
These other rappers are like how come they can't get to where I did
Vring vring, here come Johnny homie I'm shining
I got bad bitches on my dick, clips homie I'm grinding
It's so dope, they go home to TiVo and rewind it
Struggling rappers are acting like they some waiters now
They busy watching me make it homie, you wait around
[Hook:]
The city can be mine
But you just need to stop and learn your lines
Hey girl, well let's make a movie
You can be my leading lady beauty
Grab your camera, don't be shy
Things ain't always black and white
We can make this world into our movie
[Bridge:]
Is it your eyes? Is it your hair?
Is it your look? Is it your stare?
I swear the camera love, love, love, love
I swear the camera love you
Is it your eyes? Is it your hair?
Is it your look? Is it your stare?
I'm tryna cut, cut
Oh this is the cut - the director's cut
[Hook:]
Hey girl, well let's make a movie
You can be my leading lady beauty
Grab your camera, don't be shy
Things ain't always black and white
We can make this world into our movie
[Outro:]
Now let them horns play...
Writer: DYLAN GINS MCDOUGLE, PARRISH ALAN WARRINGTON, REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON, STEVEN A. MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Wont Mind
[Verse 1 - Hoodie Allen:]
Woke up in the same clothes I was spotted wearing last night
Got these girls riding all on my body like a half pipe
Strivin' for attention, homie I call that the fast life
Feed these models McDonalds until they get their cash right
Everything I'm dippin' I'mma bet they'll eat it up
Got a text from a chick who wondering if we're meeting up later
I said I don't make plans
If you want someone who can, then you're not looking for me
You're just lookin' for another type of man
I'm just tryin' to be the first man in my fam
To graduate, go to college, get em high, auto pilot
Be someone they all are proud of
Buy a car, get it polished
Brand new clothes I'm always stylin'
Just to be with you I'd probably buy a thousand islands
[Chorus - Max:]
I won't mind if you, if you f*ck with me
I won't mind if you, if you don't forget me
I won't mind if you ever want to change your mind
Because now I'm all alone
Thinkin' about you, all night long
And I wonder, do you think about me?
Baby I just wonder
Do you think about me?
[Verse 2 - Hoodie Allen:]
I could be your Elvis, you could be Priscilla Presley
Caught you looking at me like you might want to undress me
Tell her I'm a good fella, like my name was Pesci
Cooking up the fliest shit and I don't need a recipe
Damn, that was vicious, ooh I admit it
I just want you to fly with me, fly with me
No other language, I can't explain it
I just want you to fly with me, fly with me
To a place where we can't be bothered
Feeling like I'm racing to the top from the bottom
Got no whips but multiple garages
I guess you could say that I'm an optimist
Had a dream I was coppin' shit
And like Copperfield it all disappeared
Had a crazy ass it's been a long time ago
But I'm now I'm smiling from ear to ear because it all came true
Love what you do and the love will come back to you tenfold
Felt like I had a brick tied to my leg but I'm never gonna Ben Folds
At the top of my game like a tentpole
I ain't make it there yet but I'm Glenn Close
I'mma take her home and have her clothes hanging all over my bedpost
[Hook - Max]
[Break - Hoodie Allen & Max:]
(Hey yo Max)
(What's up, baby?)
(Dude, don't you feel like every song nowadays has a complicated dance move to it?)
(Hoodie, I do feel like that)
(I can't dance like that. That's not realistic, man. We need to do something for the people. Some junior prom shit. Some Sadie Hawkins shit. Some drunk at your cousin's wedding shit but you ain't even gonna remember it. That type of shit.)
(Yeah. Let's get it Bar Mitzvah poppin')
A little bit left, right, left [x8]
[Hook]
Woke up in the same clothes I was spotted wearing last night
Got these girls riding all on my body like a half pipe
Strivin' for attention, homie I call that the fast life
Feed these models McDonalds until they get their cash right
Everything I'm dippin' I'mma bet they'll eat it up
Got a text from a chick who wondering if we're meeting up later
I said I don't make plans
If you want someone who can, then you're not looking for me
You're just lookin' for another type of man
I'm just tryin' to be the first man in my fam
To graduate, go to college, get em high, auto pilot
Be someone they all are proud of
Buy a car, get it polished
Brand new clothes I'm always stylin'
Just to be with you I'd probably buy a thousand islands
[Chorus - Max:]
I won't mind if you, if you f*ck with me
I won't mind if you, if you don't forget me
I won't mind if you ever want to change your mind
Because now I'm all alone
Thinkin' about you, all night long
And I wonder, do you think about me?
Baby I just wonder
Do you think about me?
[Verse 2 - Hoodie Allen:]
I could be your Elvis, you could be Priscilla Presley
Caught you looking at me like you might want to undress me
Tell her I'm a good fella, like my name was Pesci
Cooking up the fliest shit and I don't need a recipe
Damn, that was vicious, ooh I admit it
I just want you to fly with me, fly with me
No other language, I can't explain it
I just want you to fly with me, fly with me
To a place where we can't be bothered
Feeling like I'm racing to the top from the bottom
Got no whips but multiple garages
I guess you could say that I'm an optimist
Had a dream I was coppin' shit
And like Copperfield it all disappeared
Had a crazy ass it's been a long time ago
But I'm now I'm smiling from ear to ear because it all came true
Love what you do and the love will come back to you tenfold
Felt like I had a brick tied to my leg but I'm never gonna Ben Folds
At the top of my game like a tentpole
I ain't make it there yet but I'm Glenn Close
I'mma take her home and have her clothes hanging all over my bedpost
[Hook - Max]
[Break - Hoodie Allen & Max:]
(Hey yo Max)
(What's up, baby?)
(Dude, don't you feel like every song nowadays has a complicated dance move to it?)
(Hoodie, I do feel like that)
(I can't dance like that. That's not realistic, man. We need to do something for the people. Some junior prom shit. Some Sadie Hawkins shit. Some drunk at your cousin's wedding shit but you ain't even gonna remember it. That type of shit.)
(Yeah. Let's get it Bar Mitzvah poppin')
A little bit left, right, left [x8]
[Hook]
Writer: REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON, STEVEN A. MARKOWITZ, MAX SCHNEIDER, PARRISH ALAN WARRINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
All About It
[Hook - Hoodie Allen:]
Cause I got soul and I won't quit
And your dad don't like it when I talk my shit
Cause I'm all about it baby
I'm all about it baby
Staying up late just to pass the time
And your parents don't like it when you're out getting high
But I'm all about it baby
I'm all about it baby
[Verse 1 - Ed Sheeran:]
I'm not a rapper just a singer with a game plan
I play guitar no need to worry 'bout my Drake hand
80,000 people in front of the stage, damn
Waiting for the sun to shine just to rock these Ray Bans
I just wanna leak shit (what?)
Not literally leak shit
Wanna push the music through the speakers
Double shot glass, I'm in the back of the pub
My mate Jason at the bar screaming "Who want what?"
Now, please be warned
That every song I feature on has capacity to be reborn
I said that anything can happen when I pick up a pen
But now I'm all about love so won't you say it again
I said I used to be the shy type
Backpack on my back on public transport sort of guy type
Now I'm in the lime light
Tryna get my mind right
Body clock is in the clouds so often guess it's high time
Hoodie sing the line like
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Verse 2 - Hoodie Allen:]
I'm not a singer, I just rap pretty
So now my fan base is full of Megan's and Ashley's
And they're wondering if there's room for them to get in my bus
And I'm like, "Naturally, baby, let me find a spot in the front"
For you, and for your friends
You can be mine, we can pretend
Oh, typical rapper actin' a typical fashion
I'm doing something that's different
I'm tryin' to Paula my patent
Young prince of Manhattan, now everybody believe it
Adrien Broner the way I'm ducking and weaving
We go together like interceptions and Revis
She said the only rapper she lovin' is Yeezus
One for the money
Two people since the beginning
Three million records get sold, not everybody is winning
I'm Larry David plus Miles Davis
So, everybody hating and f*ck it, I hardly blame 'em
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Outro - Ed Sheeran (x2):]
And they don't know anything about us
Or anything about us
Or anything about it
No, no, no
Cause I got soul and I won't quit
And your dad don't like it when I talk my shit
Cause I'm all about it baby
I'm all about it baby
Staying up late just to pass the time
And your parents don't like it when you're out getting high
But I'm all about it baby
I'm all about it baby
[Verse 1 - Ed Sheeran:]
I'm not a rapper just a singer with a game plan
I play guitar no need to worry 'bout my Drake hand
80,000 people in front of the stage, damn
Waiting for the sun to shine just to rock these Ray Bans
I just wanna leak shit (what?)
Not literally leak shit
Wanna push the music through the speakers
Double shot glass, I'm in the back of the pub
My mate Jason at the bar screaming "Who want what?"
Now, please be warned
That every song I feature on has capacity to be reborn
I said that anything can happen when I pick up a pen
But now I'm all about love so won't you say it again
I said I used to be the shy type
Backpack on my back on public transport sort of guy type
Now I'm in the lime light
Tryna get my mind right
Body clock is in the clouds so often guess it's high time
Hoodie sing the line like
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Verse 2 - Hoodie Allen:]
I'm not a singer, I just rap pretty
So now my fan base is full of Megan's and Ashley's
And they're wondering if there's room for them to get in my bus
And I'm like, "Naturally, baby, let me find a spot in the front"
For you, and for your friends
You can be mine, we can pretend
Oh, typical rapper actin' a typical fashion
I'm doing something that's different
I'm tryin' to Paula my patent
Young prince of Manhattan, now everybody believe it
Adrien Broner the way I'm ducking and weaving
We go together like interceptions and Revis
She said the only rapper she lovin' is Yeezus
One for the money
Two people since the beginning
Three million records get sold, not everybody is winning
I'm Larry David plus Miles Davis
So, everybody hating and f*ck it, I hardly blame 'em
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Outro - Ed Sheeran (x2):]
And they don't know anything about us
Or anything about us
Or anything about it
No, no, no
Writer: ED SHEERAN, STEVEN MARKOWITZ, PARRISH ALAN WARRINGTON, DYLAN MCDOUGLE, REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Dumb For You
[Verse 1:]
I am just a man on my own
(La da da da da da da)
Tryin' find a place I belong
(La da da da da da da)
I don't want your money, I don't need no fancy clothes
I'd rather be with you when I am broke
Cause you use me just a little bit
You try to confuse me when we're intimate
You'd rather accuse me but I'm innocent
I'm not gonna lose sleep over sentiment
[Hook:]
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for loving you
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for trusting you
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb when I'm done with you
Cause ain't no one, one, one that can f*ck with you
[Verse 2:]
They callin' me the people's champ
(La da da da da da da)
But everything you do is a sham
(La da da da da da da)
I'd rather just hang with my friends
Sometimes I think that things will change
And then I land in your bed
And it don't feel like it's the first time
You're everything I want and you're not mine
You keep saying I can live without him
I say put your money where your mouth is
Come back to me when it feels right
Kiss me so hard you make me fight
One more time, just one more time, just one more time
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Real talk, I'm the white boy to you Wes Snipes
I'm East Coast but it's all love on the Westside
Your girlfriend is a close friend of my bedside
She want Ds, and I ain't talking the breast size
Everybody in the club getting reckless
You go home at midnight, we stay out till breakfast
I cash checks and you cancel them
You make calls but there ain't nobody answering
I want a smart girl who gives brains like it's charity
Every night a Friday night, me and Lyla Garrity
On another level, ain't nobody that compare to me
These bitches going dumb trying to marry me
[Hook x2]
I am just a man on my own
(La da da da da da da)
Tryin' find a place I belong
(La da da da da da da)
I don't want your money, I don't need no fancy clothes
I'd rather be with you when I am broke
Cause you use me just a little bit
You try to confuse me when we're intimate
You'd rather accuse me but I'm innocent
I'm not gonna lose sleep over sentiment
[Hook:]
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for loving you
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for trusting you
I feel dumb, dumb, dumb when I'm done with you
Cause ain't no one, one, one that can f*ck with you
[Verse 2:]
They callin' me the people's champ
(La da da da da da da)
But everything you do is a sham
(La da da da da da da)
I'd rather just hang with my friends
Sometimes I think that things will change
And then I land in your bed
And it don't feel like it's the first time
You're everything I want and you're not mine
You keep saying I can live without him
I say put your money where your mouth is
Come back to me when it feels right
Kiss me so hard you make me fight
One more time, just one more time, just one more time
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Real talk, I'm the white boy to you Wes Snipes
I'm East Coast but it's all love on the Westside
Your girlfriend is a close friend of my bedside
She want Ds, and I ain't talking the breast size
Everybody in the club getting reckless
You go home at midnight, we stay out till breakfast
I cash checks and you cancel them
You make calls but there ain't nobody answering
I want a smart girl who gives brains like it's charity
Every night a Friday night, me and Lyla Garrity
On another level, ain't nobody that compare to me
These bitches going dumb trying to marry me
[Hook x2]
Writer: PARRISH ALAN WARRINGTON, REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON, STEVEN A. MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Sirens
[Verse 1 - Hoodie Allen:]
Check it
Started at the bottom like I'm looking at her booty
Asking me for money, I'm a blow it like I'm Hootie
Buffalo, where you find me, throwing Bills like I'm Flutie
She a product of the nineties, I'm a show her like I'm Truman, ooh
'fore the night is over, she will beso me, muah
Got your girlfriend so obsessed with me, that Cecily strong
Making all of these bangers for girls who look like Topanga
Who grew up in Staten Island, banging 36 Chambers
Ya listening to history in the making now
Trying to retire at thirty with a vacation house
That money funny like Jefferson on a twenty
Ivy League like I'm hangin' out with Beyoncé and Jeezy now
Swaggin', I can see you impress
She on her knees and she ain't trying to confess
Save me the stress, ya girl already say I'm the best
She came to my show just to get my name on her chest
[Hook - Hoodie Allen:]
Call 9-1-1
Tell the operator she ain't lookin' for a player
We can have some fun
We could be together from now until whenever
Just call me up
And I'll put out the fire that be burning inside
We can roll in my ride and make the sirens go
She make the sirens go
[Verse 2 - Hoodie Allen:]
Working cause I love it, do it for my people
Words are like my ammo, bang, bang, reload
Watch me as I freak flows, ball hard on these beats though
Used to take the bus, now I whip it like I'm Devo
Nowadays we sittin' court side at every Knicks game
Close enough to go and hand Carmelo my mixtape
Models in my phone book, bout to make a mistake
Tell'em spread the love like we living in the sixties
My friends say that my life is like a movie dog
I'm bangin' actress after actress like they groupies dog
She think I'm James Bond, you just an afterthought
These rappers beggin' for any song in my catalogue
Working nine-to-five, but the opposite
Killing it so much, they bout to build me a monument
Tell her "we can do it in the dorm room of your colleges
And she can rock my muthaf*cking world or earn an scholarship
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Verse 3 - Alex Wiley:]
Okay, I know it's frowned upon, but I'm [?]
[?] in a text, I got your bitch in it, don't mention it
Those who want the D and I appreciate the sentiment
Can't afford to own it, I'm just leasing it and renting it
Cause I am not cuffing shit, I am not no odd boy
I'm more like a hot boy, Gucci leather socks boy
Fin dripping in the kitchen whippin' up the box toy
I get it for the low, I bet you get it for a lot boy
Last night at the Trump towers taking drunk showers
At the airport, they went through my bag and found a bunch of weed that was not ours
If it's not reeking than it's not sour
Smoke in her face, you don't need a vase for these bouquet, then buy flowers
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Phone ring:]
Hey, Hoodie! What's going on man? Todd Ferman calling over from Gigantic Records. Man we just listened to your project, I got a bunch of writers up here, every one in the office is flippin' out. Man, I just wanted to call ya and let you know that we really, really love it, but we just wanna, you know, take it that next level. First thing I would want to do with you is get you a little bit more matured. Throw on a bowtie every now and then, carry a cane around, and wear a grey wig. But other than that, we really love it. Please call me when you get a chance. Once again, Todd Ferman, Gigantic Records. We love your album but we really want to change everything
Check it
Started at the bottom like I'm looking at her booty
Asking me for money, I'm a blow it like I'm Hootie
Buffalo, where you find me, throwing Bills like I'm Flutie
She a product of the nineties, I'm a show her like I'm Truman, ooh
'fore the night is over, she will beso me, muah
Got your girlfriend so obsessed with me, that Cecily strong
Making all of these bangers for girls who look like Topanga
Who grew up in Staten Island, banging 36 Chambers
Ya listening to history in the making now
Trying to retire at thirty with a vacation house
That money funny like Jefferson on a twenty
Ivy League like I'm hangin' out with Beyoncé and Jeezy now
Swaggin', I can see you impress
She on her knees and she ain't trying to confess
Save me the stress, ya girl already say I'm the best
She came to my show just to get my name on her chest
[Hook - Hoodie Allen:]
Call 9-1-1
Tell the operator she ain't lookin' for a player
We can have some fun
We could be together from now until whenever
Just call me up
And I'll put out the fire that be burning inside
We can roll in my ride and make the sirens go
She make the sirens go
[Verse 2 - Hoodie Allen:]
Working cause I love it, do it for my people
Words are like my ammo, bang, bang, reload
Watch me as I freak flows, ball hard on these beats though
Used to take the bus, now I whip it like I'm Devo
Nowadays we sittin' court side at every Knicks game
Close enough to go and hand Carmelo my mixtape
Models in my phone book, bout to make a mistake
Tell'em spread the love like we living in the sixties
My friends say that my life is like a movie dog
I'm bangin' actress after actress like they groupies dog
She think I'm James Bond, you just an afterthought
These rappers beggin' for any song in my catalogue
Working nine-to-five, but the opposite
Killing it so much, they bout to build me a monument
Tell her "we can do it in the dorm room of your colleges
And she can rock my muthaf*cking world or earn an scholarship
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Verse 3 - Alex Wiley:]
Okay, I know it's frowned upon, but I'm [?]
[?] in a text, I got your bitch in it, don't mention it
Those who want the D and I appreciate the sentiment
Can't afford to own it, I'm just leasing it and renting it
Cause I am not cuffing shit, I am not no odd boy
I'm more like a hot boy, Gucci leather socks boy
Fin dripping in the kitchen whippin' up the box toy
I get it for the low, I bet you get it for a lot boy
Last night at the Trump towers taking drunk showers
At the airport, they went through my bag and found a bunch of weed that was not ours
If it's not reeking than it's not sour
Smoke in her face, you don't need a vase for these bouquet, then buy flowers
[Hook - Hoodie Allen]
[Phone ring:]
Hey, Hoodie! What's going on man? Todd Ferman calling over from Gigantic Records. Man we just listened to your project, I got a bunch of writers up here, every one in the office is flippin' out. Man, I just wanted to call ya and let you know that we really, really love it, but we just wanna, you know, take it that next level. First thing I would want to do with you is get you a little bit more matured. Throw on a bowtie every now and then, carry a cane around, and wear a grey wig. But other than that, we really love it. Please call me when you get a chance. Once again, Todd Ferman, Gigantic Records. We love your album but we really want to change everything
Writer: ALEX WILEY, REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON, STEVEN A. MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Act My Age
[Verse 1:]
They say the way I act is immature
Well don't be mad at me because you're feeling insecure
The only golf I ever tried to play was miniature
And when you ask me sign your boobs I smiley face my signature
But my parents raised me right, they were sticklers
And we don't even fight, we're like oil and some vinegar
Getting a job is like a pregnant woman giving birth
You're trying to push me in the wrong direction and it f*cking hurts
So most our friends already moved out of they mama's cribs
I'm still throwing parties at my house, like Stifler
So if you go around and try to tell me how to live
I'mma take your girl and Mortal Kombat finish her
[Pre-Hook:]
But when it's done and the party shuts down
And the cops try to lay my ass on the ground
One day we might tell our kids, but until that day let's live like this
[Hook:]
My friends grew up, they never get drunk
They never wanna hang out late
They're gonna get jobs, they're gonna pay bills
They're gonna get old and gray
I'll never do that, I wanna stay young
Don't wanna fit in, I wanna have fun
So if that's okay, I don't think I'm ever gonna act my age
[Verse 2:]
And when it comes to getting older
No matter what I do, I'm never feeling like a grown up
People trying to make me change, you'd think there was a quota
Like there ain't enough unemployed motherf*ckers with diplomas
Everybody waiting 'round hoping that they blow up
But I'mma make it sooner, Oklahoma
I learned to be a player, make money like I'm an owner
These other rappers are so over the hill, word to Jonah
So if you see me in a restaurant, say hi to me
And if I ask you if you like my new shit, lie to me
Word to Tim Roth
And I don't know if I fit in with your society
So chill, take a pill for anxiety and doze off
[Pre-Hook 2:]
But when it's late and you're all alone
And you're too damn drunk to be walking home
Then maybe you should call it quits
But until that day let's live like this
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
Oh, it's all good, it's alright, it's okay
We can live however we want
And there ain't nobody that can get in our way
Oh, it's all good, it's alright, it's okay
We gon' do whatever we want
Never gonna listen to a word you say
[Hook]
They say the way I act is immature
Well don't be mad at me because you're feeling insecure
The only golf I ever tried to play was miniature
And when you ask me sign your boobs I smiley face my signature
But my parents raised me right, they were sticklers
And we don't even fight, we're like oil and some vinegar
Getting a job is like a pregnant woman giving birth
You're trying to push me in the wrong direction and it f*cking hurts
So most our friends already moved out of they mama's cribs
I'm still throwing parties at my house, like Stifler
So if you go around and try to tell me how to live
I'mma take your girl and Mortal Kombat finish her
[Pre-Hook:]
But when it's done and the party shuts down
And the cops try to lay my ass on the ground
One day we might tell our kids, but until that day let's live like this
[Hook:]
My friends grew up, they never get drunk
They never wanna hang out late
They're gonna get jobs, they're gonna pay bills
They're gonna get old and gray
I'll never do that, I wanna stay young
Don't wanna fit in, I wanna have fun
So if that's okay, I don't think I'm ever gonna act my age
[Verse 2:]
And when it comes to getting older
No matter what I do, I'm never feeling like a grown up
People trying to make me change, you'd think there was a quota
Like there ain't enough unemployed motherf*ckers with diplomas
Everybody waiting 'round hoping that they blow up
But I'mma make it sooner, Oklahoma
I learned to be a player, make money like I'm an owner
These other rappers are so over the hill, word to Jonah
So if you see me in a restaurant, say hi to me
And if I ask you if you like my new shit, lie to me
Word to Tim Roth
And I don't know if I fit in with your society
So chill, take a pill for anxiety and doze off
[Pre-Hook 2:]
But when it's late and you're all alone
And you're too damn drunk to be walking home
Then maybe you should call it quits
But until that day let's live like this
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
Oh, it's all good, it's alright, it's okay
We can live however we want
And there ain't nobody that can get in our way
Oh, it's all good, it's alright, it's okay
We gon' do whatever we want
Never gonna listen to a word you say
[Hook]
Writer: JASON MATER, ROY BATTLE, STEVEN MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Numbers
[Verse 1:]
Good girl, good girl
Can I get you inna my world, my world?
Wait another minute, let me clean up
Fresh in my Adidas
Greet you at the door before we meet up
Thinking I'mma figure it out
I'm livin' it now, I'm multiplicatin', I'm playin' it loud
I take the remainder of everything that we've been doing until you belittle it down
But f*ck it, cause if we end up bein' lonely
I know I can count on all my homies
[Pre-Hook:]
So we goin' from one, these were the days that we had to run
Tell them to play and they get their gun
And if they shoot down the sky, they all run and hide
But I'll be here waitin' for all of my friends who were by my side
And when it ends it was you and I, why can't we all win together?
[Hook:]
All these lucky numbers, they're never discovered
Just one in a million
These lucky numbers show what we're made of
We're scratching the paper
No it's never paid off, but my number will come
[Verse 2:]
Bad girl, bad girl
Can I get you inna my world, my world?
Wait another minute let me wake up
Get some weed to break up
And I don't even smoke on most occasions
I been thinking about
Crushing some pills, taking them down
Get us some drinks and making the rounds
Do anything just to get your attention
I'll even go home and be eating you out
F*ck it, you know I'm kidding about it mostly
Only thing I count on is my homies
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
And you can be the one for me when the other numbers aren't adding up
I've been thinking about you, thinking about you
And we can be like two digits, cause ain't no one equivalent to you
Imma hit it like oooh, hit it like oooh
[Hook]
Good girl, good girl
Can I get you inna my world, my world?
Wait another minute, let me clean up
Fresh in my Adidas
Greet you at the door before we meet up
Thinking I'mma figure it out
I'm livin' it now, I'm multiplicatin', I'm playin' it loud
I take the remainder of everything that we've been doing until you belittle it down
But f*ck it, cause if we end up bein' lonely
I know I can count on all my homies
[Pre-Hook:]
So we goin' from one, these were the days that we had to run
Tell them to play and they get their gun
And if they shoot down the sky, they all run and hide
But I'll be here waitin' for all of my friends who were by my side
And when it ends it was you and I, why can't we all win together?
[Hook:]
All these lucky numbers, they're never discovered
Just one in a million
These lucky numbers show what we're made of
We're scratching the paper
No it's never paid off, but my number will come
[Verse 2:]
Bad girl, bad girl
Can I get you inna my world, my world?
Wait another minute let me wake up
Get some weed to break up
And I don't even smoke on most occasions
I been thinking about
Crushing some pills, taking them down
Get us some drinks and making the rounds
Do anything just to get your attention
I'll even go home and be eating you out
F*ck it, you know I'm kidding about it mostly
Only thing I count on is my homies
[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
And you can be the one for me when the other numbers aren't adding up
I've been thinking about you, thinking about you
And we can be like two digits, cause ain't no one equivalent to you
Imma hit it like oooh, hit it like oooh
[Hook]
Writer: DYLAN MCDOUGLE, JARED EVAN SIEGEL, STEVEN MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Get It On The Low
[Verse 1:]
Nobody compares, when I think about the world
And I think about the girls in it
Nobody is you, you make a whole room stop
They stare the minute you walk in it
You don't gotta leave
Cause I see someone right here that can treat you right
And that someone is me, so baby just let your phone ring
We can do our own thing
[Pre-Hook:]
I know, I know, I know, you're not afraid
You said, you said, you said, it's just a game
Baby, baby, baby it's time for a change, yeah
[Hook:]
I know you wanna
Get it on the low [x3]
Don't be afraid, I'll never let him know
I can give it to you like you never had before
I don't mean to offend you, but this is something special
Can't keep it confidential anymore
I just need to tell somebody
Tell me if you got somebody else
[Verse 2:]
Look at what you've done
One minute we're having fun
Next minute, it's like you've gone chasing
After someone new, and how we got so far
Cause everything that I've done is for you
Baby is it me?
I'm always forced to be
With the type of people that your mama suggested
I cannot compete, it's starting to feel like a marathon
Nobody has ever won
[Pre-Hook 2:]
I know, I know, I know, you're not afraid
You said, you said, you said, you kept saying my name
Baby, baby, baby, it's time for a change!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Taking her to school on some math shit
I can be the one in your classes
You can be on top, you - you can be on top
You can - you can be on top like a fraction
If you mad now that's subtraction
Tell them not to call it a fax man
Used to be the outcast, now I'll lead out the class
Like I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, oh
I'm for real, that's just me on acid
Give me one day, then I promise I'll smash it
Robbing you rappers, I'm leaving them batshit crazy
Looking at her ass like "baby damn!" that's an appropriate caption
Friends get me out, cause her ass a distraction man
And now everybody in there stopping like a traffic jam
[Hook]
Nobody compares, when I think about the world
And I think about the girls in it
Nobody is you, you make a whole room stop
They stare the minute you walk in it
You don't gotta leave
Cause I see someone right here that can treat you right
And that someone is me, so baby just let your phone ring
We can do our own thing
[Pre-Hook:]
I know, I know, I know, you're not afraid
You said, you said, you said, it's just a game
Baby, baby, baby it's time for a change, yeah
[Hook:]
I know you wanna
Get it on the low [x3]
Don't be afraid, I'll never let him know
I can give it to you like you never had before
I don't mean to offend you, but this is something special
Can't keep it confidential anymore
I just need to tell somebody
Tell me if you got somebody else
[Verse 2:]
Look at what you've done
One minute we're having fun
Next minute, it's like you've gone chasing
After someone new, and how we got so far
Cause everything that I've done is for you
Baby is it me?
I'm always forced to be
With the type of people that your mama suggested
I cannot compete, it's starting to feel like a marathon
Nobody has ever won
[Pre-Hook 2:]
I know, I know, I know, you're not afraid
You said, you said, you said, you kept saying my name
Baby, baby, baby, it's time for a change!
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Taking her to school on some math shit
I can be the one in your classes
You can be on top, you - you can be on top
You can - you can be on top like a fraction
If you mad now that's subtraction
Tell them not to call it a fax man
Used to be the outcast, now I'll lead out the class
Like I'm sorry Ms. Jackson, oh
I'm for real, that's just me on acid
Give me one day, then I promise I'll smash it
Robbing you rappers, I'm leaving them batshit crazy
Looking at her ass like "baby damn!" that's an appropriate caption
Friends get me out, cause her ass a distraction man
And now everybody in there stopping like a traffic jam
[Hook]
Writer: PARRISH ALAN WARRINGTON, REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON, STEVEN A. MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Show Me What Youre Made Of
I don't wanna give you up
I just wanna give you love
I don't wanna make it tough
Cause you don't wanna do too much
I don't want to say good-bye
I just want to stay the night
Show me what you are made of
Hey, show me what you are made of
Yo, making out on my tour bus
So fresh probably thought it was a Corvette
And if you are wondering why your girl ain't making plans with you
Well mothaf*cka she ignored them (f*ck her, she ignored them)
#SheWasHangingWithARapperNow
Remember when you were the shit, Manny Pacquiao
Things change so fast now a days cause you used to front hard
Now you are super good at backing out
One shot, two shot, now you are blacking out
Think you f*cking with the king, what's your rationale
I'll be coming for the title, tell your girl to come over
She will be missing all the finals (she be missing all her finals)
I'm gonna teach you a thing or two
What's a fling for me, it's probably a ring for you
I got Mary, Megan, Mandy, Morgan, I'm a smash em'... Billy Corgan
(Shwoop)
[Hook:]
I don't wanna give you up
I just wanna give you love
I don't wanna make it tough
Cause you don't wanna do too much
I don't want to say good-bye
I just want to stay the night
Show me what you are made of
Hey, show me what you are made of
You don't gotta to turn me down
I'll come in when no one is home
Baby let me turn you on
Treat you like a new iPhone
Girl you could be a star, f*ck that you cause already are
Show me what you are made of
Hey, show me what you are made of
Yo, Ray Allen in the 90s cause I got game
Two girls in my hotel and I'm not paying
She wanted to know my occupay
I said, I make money money make money money, hey
Like I rob banks, Uncle Phil Dough
Come to my place if you want a real show
She got me feeling like a Magic Mike
You're a beauty girl, tell me what the pageant is like
Skinny chick with a booty and got an appetite
If she catches looking I just act polite (like [x2])
Yo what a conundrum, bitches are punch drunk
Love like Floyd Mayweather, just pumped em
Full of some Russian vodka
She said she out of my league like the Brooklyn Dodgers
Everyone tryin' to be the MVP
I take your girl from courtside to show her the lockers, ugh
[Hook]
I do what I ever want
I say what ever I want
I live however I want (ever I want [x3])
I steal what ever I want
I kill what ever I want
I f*ck what I ever I want (ever I want [x3])
I do what I ever I want
I say what ever I want
I live however I want (ever I want [x3])
I steal what ever I want
I kill what ever I want
Show me what ever you want (ever you want [x2])
[Jared Evan:]
Show me what you're made of [x8]
[Hook]
I just wanna give you love
I don't wanna make it tough
Cause you don't wanna do too much
I don't want to say good-bye
I just want to stay the night
Show me what you are made of
Hey, show me what you are made of
Yo, making out on my tour bus
So fresh probably thought it was a Corvette
And if you are wondering why your girl ain't making plans with you
Well mothaf*cka she ignored them (f*ck her, she ignored them)
#SheWasHangingWithARapperNow
Remember when you were the shit, Manny Pacquiao
Things change so fast now a days cause you used to front hard
Now you are super good at backing out
One shot, two shot, now you are blacking out
Think you f*cking with the king, what's your rationale
I'll be coming for the title, tell your girl to come over
She will be missing all the finals (she be missing all her finals)
I'm gonna teach you a thing or two
What's a fling for me, it's probably a ring for you
I got Mary, Megan, Mandy, Morgan, I'm a smash em'... Billy Corgan
(Shwoop)
[Hook:]
I don't wanna give you up
I just wanna give you love
I don't wanna make it tough
Cause you don't wanna do too much
I don't want to say good-bye
I just want to stay the night
Show me what you are made of
Hey, show me what you are made of
You don't gotta to turn me down
I'll come in when no one is home
Baby let me turn you on
Treat you like a new iPhone
Girl you could be a star, f*ck that you cause already are
Show me what you are made of
Hey, show me what you are made of
Yo, Ray Allen in the 90s cause I got game
Two girls in my hotel and I'm not paying
She wanted to know my occupay
I said, I make money money make money money, hey
Like I rob banks, Uncle Phil Dough
Come to my place if you want a real show
She got me feeling like a Magic Mike
You're a beauty girl, tell me what the pageant is like
Skinny chick with a booty and got an appetite
If she catches looking I just act polite (like [x2])
Yo what a conundrum, bitches are punch drunk
Love like Floyd Mayweather, just pumped em
Full of some Russian vodka
She said she out of my league like the Brooklyn Dodgers
Everyone tryin' to be the MVP
I take your girl from courtside to show her the lockers, ugh
[Hook]
I do what I ever want
I say what ever I want
I live however I want (ever I want [x3])
I steal what ever I want
I kill what ever I want
I f*ck what I ever I want (ever I want [x3])
I do what I ever I want
I say what ever I want
I live however I want (ever I want [x3])
I steal what ever I want
I kill what ever I want
Show me what ever you want (ever you want [x2])
[Jared Evan:]
Show me what you're made of [x8]
[Hook]
Writer: PARRISH ALAN WARRINGTON, REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON, STEVEN A. MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Real Thing
[Verse 1:]
Super duper early morning Sunday breakfast
Ain't in a rush to go to church because I used protection
You complain about the way I cooked your eggs
I'll probably hang up the phone and then - hello? - disconnected
But check it, that's just a metaphor
I'm talking if you left your man then you'd be better off
The game I spit is sweeter than a bag of kettle corn
My name is Hoodie Allen but I'm here to take your sweater off
And I'mma do whatever it takes to make us a pair
You wanna travel around the world, well I'm taking you there
I met a bunch of mean girls like Lacey Chabert
Busy talking shit but they ain't stopping to look in the mirror
If you making it bad, well I'm making it worse
You holding onto all these baggage, stop taking it pers
I'll tell you anything I can to get you down tonight
Tryna take you out the clouds, bring you down to life
[Hook:]
I think that she like me, she like me
And she think that it might be, it might be
The real thing but we moving too fast (x2)
I think that she like me, she like me
And she think that it might be, it might be
True love but we let it all fade
Cause I just ain't ready baby
[Verse 2:]
Treat me like I'm the man with a couple hundred grand
And a family full of cousins with a couple Uncle Sams
Tryna gamble away my money, that's funny like Douglas Yancey
Wanna paint a perfect picture, they'll probably think that I'm Banksy
But I might die trying to afford it
I'm living in the studio, everything is recorded
My life is like a song and stuck on f*cking repeat
And I'm making the same mistakes that you only make in your sleep
That must mean I'm in a dream world
But I'm sleepwalking until I find a dream girl
I got these teen girls screaming like I'm out of a magazine
Next to Harry and Justin, nobody f*cking with me girl
Switch it, do I make you mad when I talk about shit that I envision?
Are my dreams too big? Do you think I'll sink or swim with these fishes?
So you could let me down easy
Cause it's hard to let go when you the only good that I know, you know?
[Hook]
[Outro - Voicemail from Unknown Woman:]
Hi, it's me... wondering where the hell you are. You said you were gonna call me and I still haven't heard from you. You know, it's not that hard to just send me a text and say hi. I understand you're working hard on this album right now, but you need to make the time for me. And you need to start re-evaluating your priorities. Hope you're having a good night
Super duper early morning Sunday breakfast
Ain't in a rush to go to church because I used protection
You complain about the way I cooked your eggs
I'll probably hang up the phone and then - hello? - disconnected
But check it, that's just a metaphor
I'm talking if you left your man then you'd be better off
The game I spit is sweeter than a bag of kettle corn
My name is Hoodie Allen but I'm here to take your sweater off
And I'mma do whatever it takes to make us a pair
You wanna travel around the world, well I'm taking you there
I met a bunch of mean girls like Lacey Chabert
Busy talking shit but they ain't stopping to look in the mirror
If you making it bad, well I'm making it worse
You holding onto all these baggage, stop taking it pers
I'll tell you anything I can to get you down tonight
Tryna take you out the clouds, bring you down to life
[Hook:]
I think that she like me, she like me
And she think that it might be, it might be
The real thing but we moving too fast (x2)
I think that she like me, she like me
And she think that it might be, it might be
True love but we let it all fade
Cause I just ain't ready baby
[Verse 2:]
Treat me like I'm the man with a couple hundred grand
And a family full of cousins with a couple Uncle Sams
Tryna gamble away my money, that's funny like Douglas Yancey
Wanna paint a perfect picture, they'll probably think that I'm Banksy
But I might die trying to afford it
I'm living in the studio, everything is recorded
My life is like a song and stuck on f*cking repeat
And I'm making the same mistakes that you only make in your sleep
That must mean I'm in a dream world
But I'm sleepwalking until I find a dream girl
I got these teen girls screaming like I'm out of a magazine
Next to Harry and Justin, nobody f*cking with me girl
Switch it, do I make you mad when I talk about shit that I envision?
Are my dreams too big? Do you think I'll sink or swim with these fishes?
So you could let me down easy
Cause it's hard to let go when you the only good that I know, you know?
[Hook]
[Outro - Voicemail from Unknown Woman:]
Hi, it's me... wondering where the hell you are. You said you were gonna call me and I still haven't heard from you. You know, it's not that hard to just send me a text and say hi. I understand you're working hard on this album right now, but you need to make the time for me. And you need to start re-evaluating your priorities. Hope you're having a good night
Writer: PARRISH ALAN WARRINGTON, REGINALD JAMES FERGUSON, STEVEN A. MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Overtime
[Verse 1:]
Yo, outside her Brooklyn apartment
She got a new crew now and I ain't part of it
Tattoo on her wrists, so the scars are hid
And I ain't trying to lose you like an argument
F*ck beef and everybody who started it
Walk in to the bar and they card the kid
Good, cause I'm twenty-five, but I only look twenty
I'm trying to survive in this world that we live in
There's truth and there's lies and not every decision you choose can rewind
You might blink in a moment and this shit be over
I'm f*cking it up if I'm living inside
Wasting my time on the internet
This job never ends, nowadays
It's the only way we earning respect
It's hard to leave when we're earning a check
[Hook:]
Working them late nights, every night
Motivation, super high
Double shift it, over drive
Make that money, multiply
Oh lord not this, walking home I wanna quit
But I stick around for the benefits
Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime
Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime
And I'm getting paid for it, paid for it, overtime [x2]
[Verse 2:]
I'm pushing back when push comes to shove
Deep down, wondering why they ain't pushing us
I got friends with deals, I got friends who front
But just keep it real, cause who gives a f*ck
If I was Pusha T, I might push a brick
Working 24/7 just to push my shit
Cause if I slip, there'll be twenty other rappers, quick
Trying to fit in my shoes, but my feet just too big
I can't relax, I can't even sit back
With my girl on my bed, got my face to my Mac
And I know she act disappointed in that
But how the f*ck we gonna blow off a rap
So I stay grounded, never catch an ego
As far as we go, it's good, just believe, yo
Love all my fans, without you, where would I be though?
Where would I be though?
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Could it be so easy, well don't believe me
Cause you know good things take time
And please don't leave me, cause I need you with me
And there ain't no shortcuts left in this life
And the great things take love, love
And the great things take love, love
And the great things take love, love
And the great things take love, love, love
Are you putting in work?
[Hook]
Yo, outside her Brooklyn apartment
She got a new crew now and I ain't part of it
Tattoo on her wrists, so the scars are hid
And I ain't trying to lose you like an argument
F*ck beef and everybody who started it
Walk in to the bar and they card the kid
Good, cause I'm twenty-five, but I only look twenty
I'm trying to survive in this world that we live in
There's truth and there's lies and not every decision you choose can rewind
You might blink in a moment and this shit be over
I'm f*cking it up if I'm living inside
Wasting my time on the internet
This job never ends, nowadays
It's the only way we earning respect
It's hard to leave when we're earning a check
[Hook:]
Working them late nights, every night
Motivation, super high
Double shift it, over drive
Make that money, multiply
Oh lord not this, walking home I wanna quit
But I stick around for the benefits
Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime
Clocking in that overtime, clocking in that overtime
And I'm getting paid for it, paid for it, overtime [x2]
[Verse 2:]
I'm pushing back when push comes to shove
Deep down, wondering why they ain't pushing us
I got friends with deals, I got friends who front
But just keep it real, cause who gives a f*ck
If I was Pusha T, I might push a brick
Working 24/7 just to push my shit
Cause if I slip, there'll be twenty other rappers, quick
Trying to fit in my shoes, but my feet just too big
I can't relax, I can't even sit back
With my girl on my bed, got my face to my Mac
And I know she act disappointed in that
But how the f*ck we gonna blow off a rap
So I stay grounded, never catch an ego
As far as we go, it's good, just believe, yo
Love all my fans, without you, where would I be though?
Where would I be though?
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Could it be so easy, well don't believe me
Cause you know good things take time
And please don't leave me, cause I need you with me
And there ain't no shortcuts left in this life
And the great things take love, love
And the great things take love, love
And the great things take love, love
And the great things take love, love, love
Are you putting in work?
[Hook]
Writer: JARED EVAN SIEGEL, STEVEN MARKOWITZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Against Me
[Intro - Max:]
Take those words that you say
Don't use them against me, against me
When I'm walking away from something gray
I know you'll try to tempt me, to tempt me
When our hearts can't relate no more
I want you to forget me, forget me
Sometimes it feels like a war
But know I ain't ya enemy, ya enemy
But
[Hook - Max:]
Bullets fly, bullets, bullets fly in the sky tonight
Bombs may burst, bombs, bombs may burst
Bullets fly, bullets, bullets fly in the sky tonight
Bombs may burst, bombs, bombs may burst
In love
[Verse 1 - Hoodie Allen:]
Party at the Malibu, trying to adjust to the elevation
Brought no car to LA, so I walk cause I ain't tryna to pay for no validation, uh!
Double meaning, no, double entendre
Watching Assandra get undressed in the back of a Honda
Sometimes off on the road, it's crazy, I ponder
I see them, syke, but no relation to Wanda
I'm tryna to wonder off and dance and shit
Romance and shit, too many bops at it like them Hanson kids
But I'm so fancy cause even when you at your worst
Sometimes you'll Tokyo drift and then everything'll burst
This shit a gift and a curse the way that I analyze
I grew up wanting more, I'm never satisfied
My father told me always have my pride
Would've of worked at Burger King making fries
If it meant helping his fam survive
And now the nine-to-five, it's more like nine-to-nine
I only take a break just to talk when he on the other line
Tell him put on my mom, promise everything is fine
I've been working hard so you don't have to work all the time
That's real shit, f*ck that mass appeal shit
F*ck that record deal shit, I would rather make it on my own
They say there's limitations when you're enter in that throne
But I don't think how they think, so competition is unknown
In a league of my own, no Rosie
Wolf on these beats, no Posey
Know everybody will know me
People keep on talking but there's no beef but Kobe
F*ck it, sometimes I wish that I could clone me
Cause I've been up wrestling with stuff like I'm Triple H
Only f*ck with twins, I tryin' to get me a triple date
Triple A , gettin' lifted, never vacation but I'm trippin'
Off of like what everybody say
But I just gotta know what's in my heart
Because the world that type of place where people try to take your art and then they pull it all way
Some friends addicted to that Oxycontin
I've been addicted to music, so I f*ckin' forgot them
I should of been there when the ambulance respondin'
But I was probably on a plane, sellin' tickets out in Boston
Another show at the House of Blues, this place is hella packed
And kids been waiting since 6 A.M. just to see me rap
But how the f*ck you gonna compete with an animal
I got the hunger, I'm overthrowing the capitol
These muhf*ckers talk about me at they shows
But then they love me when we standing toe-to-toes
How's that rational?
Fake shit, I don't need that real blood
Homie bleed that I don't even mean to go and make it violent
But when you say something, stand behind it
All I got's my word in this life, so I write it
[Outro - MAX:]
Take those words that you say
Don't use them against me, against me
When I'm walking away from something gray
I know you'll try to tempt me, tempt me
When our hearts can't relate no more
I want you to forget me
Sometimes it feels like a war
But know I ain't an enemy, an enemy
Take those words that you say
Don't use them against me, against me
When I'm walking away from something gray
I know you'll try to tempt me, to tempt me
When our hearts can't relate no more
I want you to forget me, forget me
Sometimes it feels like a war
But know I ain't ya enemy, ya enemy
But
[Hook - Max:]
Bullets fly, bullets, bullets fly in the sky tonight
Bombs may burst, bombs, bombs may burst
Bullets fly, bullets, bullets fly in the sky tonight
Bombs may burst, bombs, bombs may burst
In love
[Verse 1 - Hoodie Allen:]
Party at the Malibu, trying to adjust to the elevation
Brought no car to LA, so I walk cause I ain't tryna to pay for no validation, uh!
Double meaning, no, double entendre
Watching Assandra get undressed in the back of a Honda
Sometimes off on the road, it's crazy, I ponder
I see them, syke, but no relation to Wanda
I'm tryna to wonder off and dance and shit
Romance and shit, too many bops at it like them Hanson kids
But I'm so fancy cause even when you at your worst
Sometimes you'll Tokyo drift and then everything'll burst
This shit a gift and a curse the way that I analyze
I grew up wanting more, I'm never satisfied
My father told me always have my pride
Would've of worked at Burger King making fries
If it meant helping his fam survive
And now the nine-to-five, it's more like nine-to-nine
I only take a break just to talk when he on the other line
Tell him put on my mom, promise everything is fine
I've been working hard so you don't have to work all the time
That's real shit, f*ck that mass appeal shit
F*ck that record deal shit, I would rather make it on my own
They say there's limitations when you're enter in that throne
But I don't think how they think, so competition is unknown
In a league of my own, no Rosie
Wolf on these beats, no Posey
Know everybody will know me
People keep on talking but there's no beef but Kobe
F*ck it, sometimes I wish that I could clone me
Cause I've been up wrestling with stuff like I'm Triple H
Only f*ck with twins, I tryin' to get me a triple date
Triple A , gettin' lifted, never vacation but I'm trippin'
Off of like what everybody say
But I just gotta know what's in my heart
Because the world that type of place where people try to take your art and then they pull it all way
Some friends addicted to that Oxycontin
I've been addicted to music, so I f*ckin' forgot them
I should of been there when the ambulance respondin'
But I was probably on a plane, sellin' tickets out in Boston
Another show at the House of Blues, this place is hella packed
And kids been waiting since 6 A.M. just to see me rap
But how the f*ck you gonna compete with an animal
I got the hunger, I'm overthrowing the capitol
These muhf*ckers talk about me at they shows
But then they love me when we standing toe-to-toes
How's that rational?
Fake shit, I don't need that real blood
Homie bleed that I don't even mean to go and make it violent
But when you say something, stand behind it
All I got's my word in this life, so I write it
[Outro - MAX:]
Take those words that you say
Don't use them against me, against me
When I'm walking away from something gray
I know you'll try to tempt me, tempt me
When our hearts can't relate no more
I want you to forget me
Sometimes it feels like a war
But know I ain't an enemy, an enemy
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher