Big Sean - Outro (Dark Sky Paradise) lyrics
Big Seant [Sean Michael Leonard Anderson] Santa Monica, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Sean - Outro Dark Sky Paradise lyrics]
Yeah, yeah
Okay now, why you wanna go and do that
Do that? Sometimes I say that I'm the best
I guess I had to prove that
You know I had to cop that mansion
On the hill and pool that
You know I don't rely on 8 balls, no
I never pooled that
You know I always like the best
Roll it up and pull that
Now baby, don't get too deep on me
I might have to pull back i got weed rolled
Drinks po'd if you wanna do that
And I be in and out of love
The OGs be like true that
Cause you know sometimes man
That shit can get way too irritating
Say the wrong thing to the right girl
You might not make it
Dark skin with a lightskin
Girl like Taye Diggs
And you go from tryna save her
To her taking your savings
And when she do, man
Watch how them bitches shit talk
Wonder how they would feel if
Our lives got criss-crossed
What if you lost your homie and
You felt like Kriss Kross? Double cross
I swear that Christians don't
Even get this crossed
Talk so much shit that a nigga pissed off
She talk so much that she done
Fucking made my dick soft
Pushing all my buttons
This ain't fucking pinball
I guess women are sometimes like a jigsaw
Sometimes you hit a lick
Sometimes you get ripped off
Sometimes you gotta sit
Sometimes it's time for lift-off
Sometimes I just shut up and
Let my wrist talk
It be like "we don't got time for bullshit
Dawg"
You know I'm 1 of 1, just like the prototype
You look like the "um, you owe me" type
Oh, hardly never taking pictures
Not the photo type, no
Please don't Instagram this shit and
Be up on me like "Oh, you owe me likes"
Man, I swear these bitches don't know what
The fuck is more important to em
The more I kick philosophy
The more I'm boring to em
The more champagne I pop
The more I'm pouring to em
I just hope that's not the only
Single thing that's going through em
I hop up on a beat like it's the '08 me
When we was riding four deep, boy, no AC
Headed to the game for okay seats
Now I'm courtside at OKC, I know KD
And all these singing bitches know
Me like do ray-mi
Fa-so la-ti do but dough come first
No late fees, Kool-Aid smile, Colgate teeth
The bigger that I get
The more I need shrinks
I be in and out of cars
Like a fucking crash dummy
Spending money till it's dizzy but
I still stash something, you know
But, I'm tryna get that real real money
Like um white people with a black son
And first time I met Oprah
That was motivation
Went from standing in court to
Starting up a corporation
Went so hard last night that
We made the morning paper
Plus my girl's rated R
All your hoes overrated, damn
Niggas say I changed
How they damn how they do
Say I'm hard to get in contact with, oh
Is that true? But what about now? 313
515-8772, bitch, call me
Okay now, why you wanna go and do that
Do that? Sometimes I say that I'm the best
I guess I had to prove that
You know I had to cop that mansion
On the hill and pool that
You know I don't rely on 8 balls, no
I never pooled that
You know I always like the best
Roll it up and pull that
Now baby, don't get too deep on me
I might have to pull back i got weed rolled
Drinks po'd if you wanna do that
And I be in and out of love
The OGs be like true that
Cause you know sometimes man
That shit can get way too irritating
Say the wrong thing to the right girl
You might not make it
Dark skin with a lightskin
Girl like Taye Diggs
And you go from tryna save her
To her taking your savings
And when she do, man
Watch how them bitches shit talk
Wonder how they would feel if
Our lives got criss-crossed
What if you lost your homie and
You felt like Kriss Kross? Double cross
I swear that Christians don't
Even get this crossed
Talk so much shit that a nigga pissed off
She talk so much that she done
Fucking made my dick soft
Pushing all my buttons
This ain't fucking pinball
I guess women are sometimes like a jigsaw
Sometimes you hit a lick
Sometimes you get ripped off
Sometimes you gotta sit
Sometimes it's time for lift-off
Sometimes I just shut up and
Let my wrist talk
It be like "we don't got time for bullshit
Dawg"
You know I'm 1 of 1, just like the prototype
You look like the "um, you owe me" type
Oh, hardly never taking pictures
Not the photo type, no
Please don't Instagram this shit and
Be up on me like "Oh, you owe me likes"
Man, I swear these bitches don't know what
The fuck is more important to em
The more I kick philosophy
The more I'm boring to em
The more champagne I pop
The more I'm pouring to em
I just hope that's not the only
Single thing that's going through em
I hop up on a beat like it's the '08 me
When we was riding four deep, boy, no AC
Headed to the game for okay seats
Now I'm courtside at OKC, I know KD
And all these singing bitches know
Me like do ray-mi
Fa-so la-ti do but dough come first
No late fees, Kool-Aid smile, Colgate teeth
The bigger that I get
The more I need shrinks
I be in and out of cars
Like a fucking crash dummy
Spending money till it's dizzy but
I still stash something, you know
But, I'm tryna get that real real money
Like um white people with a black son
And first time I met Oprah
That was motivation
Went from standing in court to
Starting up a corporation
Went so hard last night that
We made the morning paper
Plus my girl's rated R
All your hoes overrated, damn
Niggas say I changed
How they damn how they do
Say I'm hard to get in contact with, oh
Is that true? But what about now? 313
515-8772, bitch, call me