CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : attic
Yo Martie
Yeah
Yo Martie
This is not the type of- (This is not the type, this is not the type)
This is not the type of thing I would get into normally
I would get in to openly, I been f**king up, like, socially
She just wanna wreck, like, globally, think I fell in love, like, totally
Paying no mind, like, knowingly (Yeah), say it with your chest, like, vocally
Yeah, yeah (Woo, oh)
That like my baby, that sound like my baby (Yeah, damn right, mm)
Let's get to together, she hit me with "Maybe" (Let's get together, let's get, yeah)
Yo Martie
I whip a bike and she whip a Mercedes, yeah (Skrrrrr)
She ain't got time to go easy, I'm wavy, crazy
I'm taking two of these sh*ts on the daily
She on the plane over sea like the Navy (Over sea like the)
Not from this place and my skin feeling scaly
It's gross
Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still cla**ic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jura**ic
Driving out quick, got frailed on cla**ic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Yo Martie
Ice, showing lace, you gotta wait, I couldn't let go (I couldn't let go)
Ice on my face, you saving space, I'm sippin' crystal (Yeah)
Hands on the waist, I'm outta space, I'm stuck in my zone (I'm stuck in my)
Lights on the screen, blue laser beam, I'm stuck in my home
Fall onto me, I wanna be, I need to be alone
Two call to me, five follow me, I'm cold in my bones
Double mixed with patron (Yeah)
On the rocks like a goat (On the rock like a)
First, I drink, then I smoke
First, I cop, then I grope
Yo Martie
So just indulge me for a second. It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could've done them better. The critic belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, who's face is marred by dust and sweat and blood
Yo Martie
Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still cla**ic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jura**ic
Driving out quick, got frailed on cla**ic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still cla**ic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jura**ic
Driving out quick, got frailed on cla**ic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Yo Martie
Yo Martie
Yeah
Yo Martie
This is not the type of- (This is not the type, this is not the type)
This is not the type of thing I would get into normally
I would get in to openly, I been f**king up, like, socially
She just wanna wreck, like, globally, think I fell in love, like, totally
Paying no mind, like, knowingly (Yeah), say it with your chest, like, vocally
Yeah, yeah (Woo, oh)
That like my baby, that sound like my baby (Yeah, damn right, mm)
Let's get to together, she hit me with "Maybe" (Let's get together, let's get, yeah)
Yo Martie
I whip a bike and she whip a Mercedes, yeah (Skrrrrr)
She ain't got time to go easy, I'm wavy, crazy
I'm taking two of these sh*ts on the daily
She on the plane over sea like the Navy (Over sea like the)
Not from this place and my skin feeling scaly
It's gross
Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still cla**ic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jura**ic
Driving out quick, got frailed on cla**ic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Yo Martie
Ice, showing lace, you gotta wait, I couldn't let go (I couldn't let go)
Ice on my face, you saving space, I'm sippin' crystal (Yeah)
Hands on the waist, I'm outta space, I'm stuck in my zone (I'm stuck in my)
Lights on the screen, blue laser beam, I'm stuck in my home
Fall onto me, I wanna be, I need to be alone
Two call to me, five follow me, I'm cold in my bones
Double mixed with patron (Yeah)
On the rocks like a goat (On the rock like a)
First, I drink, then I smoke
First, I cop, then I grope
Yo Martie
So just indulge me for a second. It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could've done them better. The critic belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, who's face is marred by dust and sweat and blood
Yo Martie
Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still cla**ic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jura**ic
Driving out quick, got frailed on cla**ic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Star boy walk, got a plan and I back it
Swisher sweet treat, god damn, I crack it
Blue silk sheet through vace, ain't magic
Want a fine piece, got gold in the attic
Brand new fleece, Tommy Jean, still cla**ic
Two blunt series, I be down in Jura**ic
Driving out quick, got frailed on cla**ic
If he die now, he'll be legendary status
Yo Martie
Yo Martie
