CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Klink Freestyle
Yuh ay
I mean its always gonna be weird
Aye but is it weird enough
I miss the days on the back of the school bus
Momma got paid so I paid for the school lunch
When you divide and you gotta provide
For the youngest of 5 she ain’t really make too much
Went from the fro to the cornrows to dreads
Not a hair on my head cuz I guess I done grew up
Thinking bout all of the times that I screwed up
My hairline receded
I still get my meat licked
You don’t get the b*t*hes
You need to touch beaches
I don’t need no fеatures
From none of you creaturеs
I swear on my momma
I’m not this conceded
But when I hop onto a track I’m elitist
Cuz y’all cannot kick it as far as my cleat did
My outfit is fire a dragon I breathe it
I’m proud of myself cuz my d**k I don’t beat it no more
I’m simply tired of cleaning the floor
Wait I think I’m over sharing
Something sexy about a white girl Karen
Maybe I just wanna f**k the opposition
I from a black family, an odd position
Kinda random cuz I got an aunt Karen
Well I guess I’m back to oversharing
Skate on track guess I’m overbearing
I need a threesome before the marriage
I’d probably ruin it say something stupid
And we’ll just be there naked and embarra**ed
At least I won’t have to meet your parents
At least I won’t have to see your prom pictures
With your mom’s sister be comparing
Myself to some n***a named Tom
That you had took to prom f**k was he wearing?
Lately I’m hitting that light switch
Cutting of people that don’t see me equal
I’ll start with the head I’m like Isis
Meets Evel Knievel i stunt on a beat so
You don’t have to question the prices
Fighting depression with nice t**s
I’ll ruin this track with the next line
I’m killing the pu**y no license
Aye
I-i still dont know why y'all listen to me
F**k it
I mean its always gonna be weird
Aye but is it weird enough
I miss the days on the back of the school bus
Momma got paid so I paid for the school lunch
When you divide and you gotta provide
For the youngest of 5 she ain’t really make too much
Went from the fro to the cornrows to dreads
Not a hair on my head cuz I guess I done grew up
Thinking bout all of the times that I screwed up
My hairline receded
I still get my meat licked
You don’t get the b*t*hes
You need to touch beaches
I don’t need no fеatures
From none of you creaturеs
I swear on my momma
I’m not this conceded
But when I hop onto a track I’m elitist
Cuz y’all cannot kick it as far as my cleat did
My outfit is fire a dragon I breathe it
I’m proud of myself cuz my d**k I don’t beat it no more
I’m simply tired of cleaning the floor
Wait I think I’m over sharing
Something sexy about a white girl Karen
Maybe I just wanna f**k the opposition
I from a black family, an odd position
Kinda random cuz I got an aunt Karen
Well I guess I’m back to oversharing
Skate on track guess I’m overbearing
I need a threesome before the marriage
I’d probably ruin it say something stupid
And we’ll just be there naked and embarra**ed
At least I won’t have to meet your parents
At least I won’t have to see your prom pictures
With your mom’s sister be comparing
Myself to some n***a named Tom
That you had took to prom f**k was he wearing?
Lately I’m hitting that light switch
Cutting of people that don’t see me equal
I’ll start with the head I’m like Isis
Meets Evel Knievel i stunt on a beat so
You don’t have to question the prices
Fighting depression with nice t**s
I’ll ruin this track with the next line
I’m killing the pu**y no license
Aye
I-i still dont know why y'all listen to me
F**k it
