MellowHype, Frank Ocean - Astro lyrics
[MellowHype, Frank Ocean - Astro lyrics]
I said, niggas be takin' life too serious
I swear my music take lives uh period
MellowHype, things independent
Freedmind pyramids
Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down
Oh they put a label on me
But I see they’re all clowns
That’s why I talk English and think fast
Feel my words through the ink's last letter
Which'll never turn his back, back catcher
I grab extra magazines I'm in to remind
Me of the places I’ve been
Returning to visit again
Me and my fuckin’ friends
Before I hit the stage I clench
My microphone until my fist hurt
Before I eat sushi
I’d rather get to know the fish first
For all the cats behind my time that rhyme
That shit's worth
Everything in my mental state now I’m secure
Mental ways dental plates in my jaw for
Spitting raw just because
I like to floss my talent (Uh uh uh uh) yeah
Think I'ma wear the yellow tux at the Grammys
And rock out with my cock out
Like, "Who this kid think he is?"
It’s just something I seen Prince do
It's true but no matter what, I'm showing up
Who gives a flying floating fuck
What people say or think?
'Cause end of the day, start of the day
They all said we wouldn’t get here anyway
You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch
When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you
(When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up)
Write my own rhymes
Recite 'em a couple times
Hoping one day it blew up so
Me and my niggas could shine
I got three quarters and about ten dimes
You can split them tens up, 'cause
Both these quarters are mines, nigga
Let’s fuckin' celebrate
Wolf Gang confederate
We made it, we made it, we made it
And you hatin'
'Cause we made it and we made it
And that is not an understatement (Oh)
I put that on the people that I stay with
Live day-to day with
Tour bus is the slave ship
Niggas worked the grave shift
Record, clean up, and play disc
We must be misbehaving
But the fans love it they get the subject
Niggas claim to be rappers but
Don’t fulfill the substance
Fuckin' rubbish, I'll dust quick
Nothing to fuck with
I've got my hands on my balls
Like my nuts itch
Think I'ma wear the yellow tux at the Grammys
And rock out with my cock out (Ayy)
Like, "Who this kid think he is?"
It’s just something I seen Prince do
It's true but no matter what, I'm showing up
Who gives a flying
Floating fuck what people say or think?
'Cause end of the day, start of the day
They all said we wouldn’t get here anyway
You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch
I remember
I first played Trick' some OF shit
(Ooh ooh ooh)
And he fronted on it, like, "Nah
That shit will never work" (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hahaha like, "Word?"
Family (Haha) these two wrists of mine
I had to make them gold
You gotta let me shine (Right, right)
If you’re a friend of mine
Ask any friend of mine
I’ll never block your glow
Won’t curb your high
We be in a place they never been
Hella bands for the hell of it
In Paris, Paris, Paris
White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban, probably
We be in a place they never been
Hella bands for the hell of it
In Paris, Paris, Paris
White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban, probably
I swear my music take lives uh period
MellowHype, things independent
Freedmind pyramids
Breaking walls down, never a Black Hawk Down
Oh they put a label on me
But I see they’re all clowns
That’s why I talk English and think fast
Feel my words through the ink's last letter
Which'll never turn his back, back catcher
I grab extra magazines I'm in to remind
Me of the places I’ve been
Returning to visit again
Me and my fuckin’ friends
Before I hit the stage I clench
My microphone until my fist hurt
Before I eat sushi
I’d rather get to know the fish first
For all the cats behind my time that rhyme
That shit's worth
Everything in my mental state now I’m secure
Mental ways dental plates in my jaw for
Spitting raw just because
I like to floss my talent (Uh uh uh uh) yeah
Think I'ma wear the yellow tux at the Grammys
And rock out with my cock out
Like, "Who this kid think he is?"
It’s just something I seen Prince do
It's true but no matter what, I'm showing up
Who gives a flying floating fuck
What people say or think?
'Cause end of the day, start of the day
They all said we wouldn’t get here anyway
You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch
When I was a kid I wanted to be just like you
(When I grew up, when I, when I, grew up)
Write my own rhymes
Recite 'em a couple times
Hoping one day it blew up so
Me and my niggas could shine
I got three quarters and about ten dimes
You can split them tens up, 'cause
Both these quarters are mines, nigga
Let’s fuckin' celebrate
Wolf Gang confederate
We made it, we made it, we made it
And you hatin'
'Cause we made it and we made it
And that is not an understatement (Oh)
I put that on the people that I stay with
Live day-to day with
Tour bus is the slave ship
Niggas worked the grave shift
Record, clean up, and play disc
We must be misbehaving
But the fans love it they get the subject
Niggas claim to be rappers but
Don’t fulfill the substance
Fuckin' rubbish, I'll dust quick
Nothing to fuck with
I've got my hands on my balls
Like my nuts itch
Think I'ma wear the yellow tux at the Grammys
And rock out with my cock out (Ayy)
Like, "Who this kid think he is?"
It’s just something I seen Prince do
It's true but no matter what, I'm showing up
Who gives a flying
Floating fuck what people say or think?
'Cause end of the day, start of the day
They all said we wouldn’t get here anyway
You blink, and Wolf Gang’s in this bitch
I remember
I first played Trick' some OF shit
(Ooh ooh ooh)
And he fronted on it, like, "Nah
That shit will never work" (Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Hahaha like, "Word?"
Family (Haha) these two wrists of mine
I had to make them gold
You gotta let me shine (Right, right)
If you’re a friend of mine
Ask any friend of mine
I’ll never block your glow
Won’t curb your high
We be in a place they never been
Hella bands for the hell of it
In Paris, Paris, Paris
White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban, probably
We be in a place they never been
Hella bands for the hell of it
In Paris, Paris, Paris
White wings on desert sand
Flyin' over the Taliban, probably