Oncue - AYM Coming Soon lyrics
[Oncue - AYM Coming Soon lyrics]
Do you understand the words that
Are coming through my lips?
The moment you think you got it
All figured out, don’t exist
That’s real shit
Good looks came for the assist, this my shit
Just felt like sharing some thoughts
Shit, i just wanted to spit
I was, never blunted, it was Newport 100’s
Until I vomit or plummet
What ever happened to come first
Mcchicken up in my stomach school days got
A beat I would drum it
On my desk as I was gunning
To fuck that pretty girl first
Thinking I was cool as shit
Nothing changed his stand
Still got a bone to pick, drew
My lifeline with a pen, i ain’t got
To phone that shit nah, put 24 years
In 12 songs, my whole life, wide awake
Most nights tossing and turning praying
This, go right cause
I don’t want to solve them
All no, wanna awe them all get to
The venue and park the car, mic stand be
Catching like all the bras, after
Party fuck all the broads
Til my dick burning I calling
The fire department like 911
Hurry your ass up cuz I’m a star we so
Close we so close I can fucking taste it
You living life knowing you die and
You still fucking basic, I
Can’t understand it
I guess you learn to face it
Being candid someone had to say it
Now who fucking wit me?
I Know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
I know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
It don’t matter AYM coming soon!
Look who they brought it, rocking doc martins
50 black tshirts in my closet
That’s the everyday garments, but guess
Who called it, not you but
The moment I started
I out smarted who tried to cross it
Turned a minute to?parted?
Thanks for asking how
I been, I’ve been trying new flows
You know, trying new hoes, same shit
Different bowl, never stray, from the gold
Thinking bout moving to the coast at the end
Of the fiscal year but imma see how
This go, whatchu think this is
Never follow no formula
They loving what I spit I send they
Piece to the coroners, you know who he sound
Like, he sound like sort of nah
You wrong he more
Of a white Tupac mixed with Foreigner
Taking that train
Alone and going until 4 in the morning
Recording
Now he touring the world his stocks soaring
I told y’all all this shit in the beginning
But you chose not to listen
NOW WHO fuckING WIT ME?
I Know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
I know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
It don’t matter AYM coming soon
Are coming through my lips?
The moment you think you got it
All figured out, don’t exist
That’s real shit
Good looks came for the assist, this my shit
Just felt like sharing some thoughts
Shit, i just wanted to spit
I was, never blunted, it was Newport 100’s
Until I vomit or plummet
What ever happened to come first
Mcchicken up in my stomach school days got
A beat I would drum it
On my desk as I was gunning
To fuck that pretty girl first
Thinking I was cool as shit
Nothing changed his stand
Still got a bone to pick, drew
My lifeline with a pen, i ain’t got
To phone that shit nah, put 24 years
In 12 songs, my whole life, wide awake
Most nights tossing and turning praying
This, go right cause
I don’t want to solve them
All no, wanna awe them all get to
The venue and park the car, mic stand be
Catching like all the bras, after
Party fuck all the broads
Til my dick burning I calling
The fire department like 911
Hurry your ass up cuz I’m a star we so
Close we so close I can fucking taste it
You living life knowing you die and
You still fucking basic, I
Can’t understand it
I guess you learn to face it
Being candid someone had to say it
Now who fucking wit me?
I Know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
I know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
It don’t matter AYM coming soon!
Look who they brought it, rocking doc martins
50 black tshirts in my closet
That’s the everyday garments, but guess
Who called it, not you but
The moment I started
I out smarted who tried to cross it
Turned a minute to?parted?
Thanks for asking how
I been, I’ve been trying new flows
You know, trying new hoes, same shit
Different bowl, never stray, from the gold
Thinking bout moving to the coast at the end
Of the fiscal year but imma see how
This go, whatchu think this is
Never follow no formula
They loving what I spit I send they
Piece to the coroners, you know who he sound
Like, he sound like sort of nah
You wrong he more
Of a white Tupac mixed with Foreigner
Taking that train
Alone and going until 4 in the morning
Recording
Now he touring the world his stocks soaring
I told y’all all this shit in the beginning
But you chose not to listen
NOW WHO fuckING WIT ME?
I Know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
I know the answer and it’s definitely not you
Who fucking wit me?
It don’t matter AYM coming soon