Whoa, nah
Yeah
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Yeah
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
Don't call and beg for my sympathy
You turned into an artist repeating a scene
You never knew balance, you stuck in between
Really think you been stepping on me? Nah
Think you been stepping on me? No
Getting my way, I was losing my weight
But my credit really only grew on the way
We was working hard
You was fallin' astray
Couldn't look in my eyes anytime that you said my name
I can see in your eyes there was hella pain
Cut a path that's too clear not to lose yourself on the way
I've been trying to hard gotta meditate
Keep on the veterans path imma take my aim
Till my goal clear as day
I was reeling the bait
You was feeling my tape
And the words that I write on the page
Yeah remember the part in the good old days
But that cannot wait, till the coffin case close
Getting in my slip as the storybook goes
They gon be tryna sink my notebook in the bay
Huh, huh
That's always jay
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Yeah
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
I'm done with you over explain like I'm dumb, got me miserable
Critics come and they tainted and cynical
Criticize where I'm from like they lived there tho
And assuming my come-up was easy though
My accountant says he job ain't easy yo
He can't pay for the top off in credit yo
In cash I convert to incredible
My convertible is so ahead of y'all
I don't want to hear it though
If you got to the top, what a miracle
Yeah I can't believe you acting spiritual
Your word count is high but not lyrical
On my shit, you love producing the minimum
Your habits and fears are keeping you typical
Ah
Talking my truth I could care a bit for all my enemies
But betrayal is something not new to me
I've been trying to work on my vanity
They trying my sanity, calm or calamity
Too many versions of me, my fans are loving the variety
Testing my patience, the doctor inside of me
But I've been so clouded they can't even tell I'm tripping
You don't want the smoke, so don't be specific
I'll speak for the masses, I'll be prolific
I am too explicit, might sink the Christians
Too prophetic, I speak the future
Don't need the credit
My reason admirable
But don't get stuck in a kaleidoscope
Get so high, I just levitate
We should take a second to go and medicate
Ce-la-vie yeah, I feel no type of way
Ain't nobody tell us what to do today
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
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Whoa, nah
Yeah
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Yeah
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
Don't call and beg for my sympathy
You turned into an artist repeating a scene
You never knew balance, you stuck in between
Really think you been stepping on me? Nah
Think you been stepping on me? No
Getting my way, I was losing my weight
But my credit really only grew on the way
We was working hard
You was fallin' astray
Couldn't look in my eyes anytime that you said my name
I can see in your eyes there was hella pain
Cut a path that's too clear not to lose yourself on the way
I've been trying to hard gotta meditate
Keep on the veterans path imma take my aim
Till my goal clear as day
I was reeling the bait
You was feeling my tape
And the words that I write on the page
Yeah remember the part in the good old days
But that cannot wait, till the coffin case close
Getting in my slip as the storybook goes
They gon be tryna sink my notebook in the bay
Huh, huh
That's always jay
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Yeah
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
I'm done with you over explain like I'm dumb, got me miserable
Critics come and they tainted and cynical
Criticize where I'm from like they lived there tho
And assuming my come-up was easy though
My accountant says he job ain't easy yo
He can't pay for the top off in credit yo
In cash I convert to incredible
My convertible is so ahead of y'all
I don't want to hear it though
If you got to the top, what a miracle
Yeah I can't believe you acting spiritual
Your word count is high but not lyrical
On my shit, you love producing the minimum
Your habits and fears are keeping you typical
Ah
Talking my truth I could care a bit for all my enemies
But betrayal is something not new to me
I've been trying to work on my vanity
They trying my sanity, calm or calamity
Too many versions of me, my fans are loving the variety
Testing my patience, the doctor inside of me
But I've been so clouded they can't even tell I'm tripping
You don't want the smoke, so don't be specific
I'll speak for the masses, I'll be prolific
I am too explicit, might sink the Christians
Too prophetic, I speak the future
Don't need the credit
My reason admirable
But don't get stuck in a kaleidoscope
Get so high, I just levitate
We should take a second to go and medicate
Ce-la-vie yeah, I feel no type of way
Ain't nobody tell us what to do today
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
Yeah
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Yeah
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
Don't call and beg for my sympathy
You turned into an artist repeating a scene
You never knew balance, you stuck in between
Really think you been stepping on me? Nah
Think you been stepping on me? No
Getting my way, I was losing my weight
But my credit really only grew on the way
We was working hard
You was fallin' astray
Couldn't look in my eyes anytime that you said my name
I can see in your eyes there was hella pain
Cut a path that's too clear not to lose yourself on the way
I've been trying to hard gotta meditate
Keep on the veterans path imma take my aim
Till my goal clear as day
I was reeling the bait
You was feeling my tape
And the words that I write on the page
Yeah remember the part in the good old days
But that cannot wait, till the coffin case close
Getting in my slip as the storybook goes
They gon be tryna sink my notebook in the bay
Huh, huh
That's always jay
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Yeah
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
I'm done with you over explain like I'm dumb, got me miserable
Critics come and they tainted and cynical
Criticize where I'm from like they lived there tho
And assuming my come-up was easy though
My accountant says he job ain't easy yo
He can't pay for the top off in credit yo
In cash I convert to incredible
My convertible is so ahead of y'all
I don't want to hear it though
If you got to the top, what a miracle
Yeah I can't believe you acting spiritual
Your word count is high but not lyrical
On my shit, you love producing the minimum
Your habits and fears are keeping you typical
Ah
Talking my truth I could care a bit for all my enemies
But betrayal is something not new to me
I've been trying to work on my vanity
They trying my sanity, calm or calamity
Too many versions of me, my fans are loving the variety
Testing my patience, the doctor inside of me
But I've been so clouded they can't even tell I'm tripping
You don't want the smoke, so don't be specific
I'll speak for the masses, I'll be prolific
I am too explicit, might sink the Christians
Too prophetic, I speak the future
Don't need the credit
My reason admirable
But don't get stuck in a kaleidoscope
Get so high, I just levitate
We should take a second to go and medicate
Ce-la-vie yeah, I feel no type of way
Ain't nobody tell us what to do today
Three P
Skeet Skeet
Days alone really don't faze me, no more
Whoa, whoa, whoa,
No more
Three P, Good luck GG
The only child's legacy
Whoa
Writer: Joao Martins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid