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Over Under

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  • 作曲 : Sage Francis
    [Intro:]
    You get over me
    You get over me
    You get over me
    You, you
    [Verse 1:]
    Babygirl I done been over myself (out of myself)
    Over the counter and under the shelf
    Into the wild-wild hidin' wealth
    You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else
    Hurled insults to me like that ****t helps
    Got a malleable muscle in my chest
    Yes it breaks (it heals) it freezes (it melts)
    It sees itself in the worst of light
    And it curses the day that I learned to write
    The guys are all “Do you even lift bro?”
    ****t no I don’t, girls are like “Ew
    He drive a Prius, he saving money, he’s hoarding cash
    Who does he think he is?
    What’s the point of living if you can’t ball and flash?" (Balderdash!)
    Even more than half of them broads don’t have a passport
    I’m a citizen of the world, girl, I couldn’t take you there if you asked for it
    Oh I know, get over myself, all you see is me holding myself
    What you don’t see is an OG oak tree protecting the forest like nobody else
    I pop that lumberjack venemous beard, had a gold digger won by the end of the year
    I let it get so long I could **** it, after that I’ll let you cut it
    Shyeah, I’m over myself so much that I’m just looking down on myself
    As I watch everybody try to bad talk pride
    And they constantly strive to be proud of themselves
    Follow the beat of another conundrum
    Get out of the heat, rent a cottage in London
    I’m on a retreat and I’m under the assumption
    No matter where I go there I am
    Middle-earth excursion, head to New Zealand
    Shoot for the stars and I’m breaking the ceiling
    Center of the Universe, can’t shake the feeling no matter where I go there I am
    [Bridge:]
    Honey I been over myself, out of my self
    Extra extra large, rocking ***y socks with garter belts
    You ain’t really gots to tell me nothing (you already said)
    You ain’t really gots to say Nathan (god damn broken record)
    [Verse 2:]
    Oh I know, I know I let myself go
    I simply slipped through my own pathetic crib
    Can never really get a firm grasp of my true inner glow
    But tell me the truth, you’re more pissed that I let go of you cause it was overdue
    In person your life don’t look nearly as well put together as all your photos do
    But that’s ok but eventually, since you push me, since you press me
    **** your non-stop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, **** your selfie
    Oh I’m the pig, you’re trying to strangle me in a blanket though
    You’re a GMO seed of breed in my organic garden
    Wanting my resources to make it grow (oh hell no)
    It’s a courtesy call-back, let the pilot fly
    I’ll be your emergency contact if you’ll be my ride or die
    Could’ve followed the pride and then follow the footsteps
    Out of my mind I'm not out of the woods yet
    I’m trying to find a location that’s good yet
    No matter where I go there I am
    [Outro:]
    Over the counter and under the shelf
    Into the wild-wild hidin wealth
    You ain't really got to tell me to do nothing else
    Cause I've heard it all before from a sharper tongue with a lot more scorn
    Performing self flagellation with improper form until the copper’s gone
    (Over myself, out of myself)
    (Extra extra large)
  • 作曲 : Sage Francis
    [Intro:]
    You get over me
    You get over me
    You get over me
    You, you
    [Verse 1:]
    Babygirl I done been over myself (out of myself)
    Over the counter and under the shelf
    Into the wild-wild hidin' wealth
    You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else
    Hurled insults to me like that ****t helps
    Got a malleable muscle in my chest
    Yes it breaks (it heals) it freezes (it melts)
    It sees itself in the worst of light
    And it curses the day that I learned to write
    The guys are all “Do you even lift bro?”
    ****t no I don’t, girls are like “Ew
    He drive a Prius, he saving money, he’s hoarding cash
    Who does he think he is?
    What’s the point of living if you can’t ball and flash?" (Balderdash!)
    Even more than half of them broads don’t have a passport
    I’m a citizen of the world, girl, I couldn’t take you there if you asked for it
    Oh I know, get over myself, all you see is me holding myself
    What you don’t see is an OG oak tree protecting the forest like nobody else
    I pop that lumberjack venemous beard, had a gold digger won by the end of the year
    I let it get so long I could **** it, after that I’ll let you cut it
    Shyeah, I’m over myself so much that I’m just looking down on myself
    As I watch everybody try to bad talk pride
    And they constantly strive to be proud of themselves
    Follow the beat of another conundrum
    Get out of the heat, rent a cottage in London
    I’m on a retreat and I’m under the assumption
    No matter where I go there I am
    Middle-earth excursion, head to New Zealand
    Shoot for the stars and I’m breaking the ceiling
    Center of the Universe, can’t shake the feeling no matter where I go there I am
    [Bridge:]
    Honey I been over myself, out of my self
    Extra extra large, rocking ***y socks with garter belts
    You ain’t really gots to tell me nothing (you already said)
    You ain’t really gots to say Nathan (god damn broken record)
    [Verse 2:]
    Oh I know, I know I let myself go
    I simply slipped through my own pathetic crib
    Can never really get a firm grasp of my true inner glow
    But tell me the truth, you’re more pissed that I let go of you cause it was overdue
    In person your life don’t look nearly as well put together as all your photos do
    But that’s ok but eventually, since you push me, since you press me
    **** your non-stop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, **** your selfie
    Oh I’m the pig, you’re trying to strangle me in a blanket though
    You’re a GMO seed of breed in my organic garden
    Wanting my resources to make it grow (oh hell no)
    It’s a courtesy call-back, let the pilot fly
    I’ll be your emergency contact if you’ll be my ride or die
    Could’ve followed the pride and then follow the footsteps
    Out of my mind I'm not out of the woods yet
    I’m trying to find a location that’s good yet
    No matter where I go there I am
    [Outro:]
    Over the counter and under the shelf
    Into the wild-wild hidin wealth
    You ain't really got to tell me to do nothing else
    Cause I've heard it all before from a sharper tongue with a lot more scorn
    Performing self flagellation with improper form until the copper’s gone
    (Over myself, out of myself)
    (Extra extra large)