Little Brother, Oddisee - Delusional lyrics
[Little Brother, Oddisee - Delusional lyrics]
Man, Tay
Pooh bout time y'all came out this 'jont man
I told you Georgia Ave, Day be POPPIN' shawty
You don't e'en know, be a rack of broads out
This joint from Howard ykahmsayin?
They bring 'em from all over
Ykahmsayin? And good wit that bop
You know what it is doe
Mumbo sauce and chicken wings
It ain't a thang huh man, let's go
Uh, she got that thang about her
The type of thang that make a
Nigga wanna sang about her and when he sang
The whole crowd sang along about her
And when he get off the stage
He gon kick off his A's and
Tell his mom about her
So single and carefree
All the ballas willing to
Pay like a hairpiece
But she don't want no drama 'bout her
Cause when she get a man
That nigga understand
He walkin through the mall wit
His arm around her
I used to see her in the back of my mind
All the various times and be like, "Damn
Mama!" even my grandfather
Say you was the marryin kind, not conceited
She just act stuck-up
To weed out the fuck-ups
Cause to her it's more important
Like the old folks say
"Boy it's more than courtin'
When the seasons change
Then you need to change
And she be your umbrella in the freezin rain"
Now do your thang, mama
The, way you walk
The, way you're talkin to me
Got me de-luuuuuusional
(Just want you to know you're, very special)
The, way you walk
The, way you're talkin to me
Got me de-luuuuuusional
(And I wanna sing a song about youuuuuu)
You talkin good young'n
I mean I'm hearin all the
Things like you talkin somethin
I mean I'm hearin what you sayin
And the things you wantin
Sayin I could give 'em to you
Ain't no need in frontin'
You was stuck on the image
You ain't seen me comin
Work hard for everything
You don't see me stuntin
Pooh a homer hitter won't catch me buntin'
I said all that to really say this young'n
You're worth more than a dime
See you everyday but it's not enough time
I'm a wordsmith
Couldn't find the right lines
Beauty's skin deep
Call the goods behind the blinds
Point them other niggas to the
Back of the line now I'm thinkin change
Couple carats in your future
Glass window-stained
At the summertime spot where the couples hang
Gettin ahead of myself, girl do ya thang
Gon do ya thang, gon do it
Whoever said "looks don't matter" turned
A blind eye to beauty
A thin waistline and a giant wide booty
Lemme keep it conscious
I'm diggin on a cutie
Who's doin sumthin to me
Not a floozy wit da NA-AHH
Back on that ig'nant
Forget Miss America or Miss Universe
I'm spittin this here for Miss Thickness
So DC - so polite and chocolate
Every young'n on The Ave
Got me sites the goddess
She's the one
You call on when you need a friend
(need a friend)
And EVERY-body wants to know her name
When you're down and out
She'll let you hold a twenty till Friday
(Every first day and fifteenth)
Miss Sexy Girl, just want you to come my way
(shooby doop, showy doop ah) Ohhhh yeah
Pooh bout time y'all came out this 'jont man
I told you Georgia Ave, Day be POPPIN' shawty
You don't e'en know, be a rack of broads out
This joint from Howard ykahmsayin?
They bring 'em from all over
Ykahmsayin? And good wit that bop
You know what it is doe
Mumbo sauce and chicken wings
It ain't a thang huh man, let's go
Uh, she got that thang about her
The type of thang that make a
Nigga wanna sang about her and when he sang
The whole crowd sang along about her
And when he get off the stage
He gon kick off his A's and
Tell his mom about her
So single and carefree
All the ballas willing to
Pay like a hairpiece
But she don't want no drama 'bout her
Cause when she get a man
That nigga understand
He walkin through the mall wit
His arm around her
I used to see her in the back of my mind
All the various times and be like, "Damn
Mama!" even my grandfather
Say you was the marryin kind, not conceited
She just act stuck-up
To weed out the fuck-ups
Cause to her it's more important
Like the old folks say
"Boy it's more than courtin'
When the seasons change
Then you need to change
And she be your umbrella in the freezin rain"
Now do your thang, mama
The, way you walk
The, way you're talkin to me
Got me de-luuuuuusional
(Just want you to know you're, very special)
The, way you walk
The, way you're talkin to me
Got me de-luuuuuusional
(And I wanna sing a song about youuuuuu)
You talkin good young'n
I mean I'm hearin all the
Things like you talkin somethin
I mean I'm hearin what you sayin
And the things you wantin
Sayin I could give 'em to you
Ain't no need in frontin'
You was stuck on the image
You ain't seen me comin
Work hard for everything
You don't see me stuntin
Pooh a homer hitter won't catch me buntin'
I said all that to really say this young'n
You're worth more than a dime
See you everyday but it's not enough time
I'm a wordsmith
Couldn't find the right lines
Beauty's skin deep
Call the goods behind the blinds
Point them other niggas to the
Back of the line now I'm thinkin change
Couple carats in your future
Glass window-stained
At the summertime spot where the couples hang
Gettin ahead of myself, girl do ya thang
Gon do ya thang, gon do it
Whoever said "looks don't matter" turned
A blind eye to beauty
A thin waistline and a giant wide booty
Lemme keep it conscious
I'm diggin on a cutie
Who's doin sumthin to me
Not a floozy wit da NA-AHH
Back on that ig'nant
Forget Miss America or Miss Universe
I'm spittin this here for Miss Thickness
So DC - so polite and chocolate
Every young'n on The Ave
Got me sites the goddess
She's the one
You call on when you need a friend
(need a friend)
And EVERY-body wants to know her name
When you're down and out
She'll let you hold a twenty till Friday
(Every first day and fifteenth)
Miss Sexy Girl, just want you to come my way
(shooby doop, showy doop ah) Ohhhh yeah