Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
Yeah, Baggy pants and my backpack
Imagine to be launched way backback
I'm not hinting to a flashback
It's late that night, you gotta take out the trashbag
Your family struggling, you need a cashstack
It's school time, the bus comin', tryna catch dat
These bullies picking on you, what if you slap back?
They keep pressuring you with some blackmail
The plucky answer get your back cracked
Geez, what a stoop, looklike a hunchback
It's night time again, straight to bed
Headphones on and it goes the track, yup
Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
I'm using the crassest possible terms
Life turds, never be lurkin around the corner
Almost absurd, that's what is life in rap songs, that you heard
I'm just not that person of means that you may believe
Nor I can say that my tale is bloodcurdling
It lacks of heart-shacking scenes, stop judging me
Claiming me to be a f*cking lucky teen
On the counter, I've always had a meal
Mama and Papa raising money, and I haven't had to kneel
I could chill, but not always a vacation, and occasionaly I reel
Don't trip on me, have we cut a deal?
Would you really cry for me?
I don't think anybody could believe in me
But I don't care
But the music cries while we look back to our fallacies
And I
Sing in front of my mirror tryin' to forget my crimes
And try to fly high all my life
Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
I FLY & Wade - Backpack Lyrics
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Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
Yeah, Baggy pants and my backpack
Imagine to be launched way backback
I'm not hinting to a flashback
It's late that night, you gotta take out the trashbag
Your family struggling, you need a cashstack
It's school time, the bus comin', tryna catch dat
These bullies picking on you, what if you slap back?
They keep pressuring you with some blackmail
The plucky answer get your back cracked
Geez, what a stoop, looklike a hunchback
It's night time again, straight to bed
Headphones on and it goes the track, yup
Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
I'm using the crassest possible terms
Life turds, never be lurkin around the corner
Almost absurd, that's what is life in rap songs, that you heard
I'm just not that person of means that you may believe
Nor I can say that my tale is bloodcurdling
It lacks of heart-shacking scenes, stop judging me
Claiming me to be a f*cking lucky teen
On the counter, I've always had a meal
Mama and Papa raising money, and I haven't had to kneel
I could chill, but not always a vacation, and occasionaly I reel
Don't trip on me, have we cut a deal?
Would you really cry for me?
I don't think anybody could believe in me
But I don't care
But the music cries while we look back to our fallacies
And I
Sing in front of my mirror tryin' to forget my crimes
And try to fly high all my life
Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
Yeah, Baggy pants and my backpack
Imagine to be launched way backback
I'm not hinting to a flashback
It's late that night, you gotta take out the trashbag
Your family struggling, you need a cashstack
It's school time, the bus comin', tryna catch dat
These bullies picking on you, what if you slap back?
They keep pressuring you with some blackmail
The plucky answer get your back cracked
Geez, what a stoop, looklike a hunchback
It's night time again, straight to bed
Headphones on and it goes the track, yup
Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
I'm using the crassest possible terms
Life turds, never be lurkin around the corner
Almost absurd, that's what is life in rap songs, that you heard
I'm just not that person of means that you may believe
Nor I can say that my tale is bloodcurdling
It lacks of heart-shacking scenes, stop judging me
Claiming me to be a f*cking lucky teen
On the counter, I've always had a meal
Mama and Papa raising money, and I haven't had to kneel
I could chill, but not always a vacation, and occasionaly I reel
Don't trip on me, have we cut a deal?
Would you really cry for me?
I don't think anybody could believe in me
But I don't care
But the music cries while we look back to our fallacies
And I
Sing in front of my mirror tryin' to forget my crimes
And try to fly high all my life
Do you wanna feel a rapper?
Baggy pants and my backpack
You wanna see me on the stage
On the set, on the mic
Imma bright with my snapback
Writer: Igor Tonso, Simone Maritano
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid