Lyrical Lemonade, Dave, Jack Harlow - Stop Giving Me Advice lyrics

Lyrical Lemonade

David Orobosa Omoregie

Jackman Thomas Harlow

[Lyrical Lemonade, Dave, Jack Harlow - Stop Giving Me Advice lyrics]

Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, huh

Have you ever raised the value
Of everyone around you?
Have you ever been so high
They got to down you?
Think pieces gettin' written about you
Have you ever been to
Italy and eaten Italian?
Have you ever signed a deal
That came with a medallion?
Have you ever booked the club
And came with a battalion?
Have you been to Montana
And seen the mountains?
Have you ever looked around and felt
The profound sense of pride?
Have you ever had to hide
Where exactly you reside?
Have you been to the
Waffle House on Northside?


Have you ever made a popstar
Wanna be your bride?
Have you hugged someone and they cried?
Have you had your heroes sit you
Down and give you the guide?
Have you ever spoken somethin' into existence
Or do you just talk
About other people's lives?

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)
Stop givin' me, tsch stop givin' me advice
Stop

All this unsolicited advice from
The guys gettin'
Booked for a quarter of my price
All this red carpet shit, brand partnerships
I must've let y'all forget that boy nice
No Sprite
But life givin' me lemons with the limelight
(Bom, bom, bom, bom)
It's fine, victory's mine
I lost the desire for bein' intimate
At the end of my nights
I can do that at the end of my life
You know the phrase is
"Business before pleasure"
'Cause, I'm bankin' on it
Bringin' me more pleasure
The pressure makes diamonds
And diamonds make more pressure
And so on and so forth, okay
I'll give your four more measures
And more records with more
Effort than ever before
I'm the youngin' on the team
That's got a veteran court
They know the formula
Just give him space and let him record
And just remember what he said on the chorus

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)
Stop givin' me, tsch stop givin' me advice

Stop stop givin' me advice, yeah
Stop givin' me, tsch, yeah
Stop givin' me advice, yeah stop

I know - you feel love
Feel shame, feel pride
I can see it in your eyes
I met a fan at work
He told me it's his job on the side
As if I'm unimpressed by his every day life
Niggas die every day, need us every day life
The women that you idolise can
Never play wife to me
When you done as many flights as me
Long nights as me
Took as many left turns to make right as me
I'm in the middle of the Vale
Like a bride to be, that's why I like to
(Bom, bom, bom, bom)
Yeah, you left somebody that you love
At the bottom of a mountain
'Cah they afraid to climb it
Have you changed your climate?
Had her Insta' and made
Her change to private?
Had her fly economy and make
Her change to private?
Seen your nigga get nicked
And then go and catch a case just like him?
Brought her to the game and she ain't excited
Probably 'cah my mum sat
Courtside 'fore I did
Am I sick if I say I like
Women with mileage and
Trips to Knightsbridge? Aunt Jemima
Trips in the park with my oldest rider
To test out the 9 like I loaned a striker
I'm a lone survivor
And the way I spell lone is A-L-O-A-N
I don't ever wanna spend on a ho again
But, I'm a fuckin' feminist, so I go again
I'm on the road again, yeah
(Bom, bom, bom, bom)
You can't control what the heart feels
You soon go broke
I see you blowin' it far still
Death row, you niggas down to your last meal
You ever signed a seven-figure deal
And the birds quill?
Can't even call it breakfast
'cah it wasn't your first mill'
Forgotten birthdays, but remember
Your verse still, yeah
You ever fucked a super model and
It sounds like skeletons dancin'?
You feel numb to the praise
And the memories passin'?
You ever robbed someone and
It sounds like askin'? Didn't have no food
So you'd disguise it as fastin'
Had drugs, abuse perfumes tryna mask it
(Bom, bom, bom, bom)
You ever lived the life of an artist
Escapin' darkness?
Fines and you're payin' for parkin'
You can tell how she fucked by
The way that she glancing
Your communication's bad, but you're rich
So she givin' you chances
And pretty women givin' you dances
I come with a pole
But she more Olivier than France is
You ever been

Stop givin' me advice (Bom, bom, bom, bom)
Stop givin' me, tsch stop givin' me advice
Stop stop givin' me advice
Stop givin' me, tsch stop givin' me advice
Stop

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