The Alchemist, Fashawn - Songs in F Major lyrics
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[The Alchemist, Fashawn - Songs in F Major lyrics]
Shit is madnessthe fuck is wrong with you?
Yo Al, calm down, calm down man no really
What the fuck is wrong with with you?
You got some nerve, bitch uh, uh
Tell me
How could you disrespect me in public?
You can come and get the rest of your luggage
This has nothing to do with fame
Shit I came from nothing
And I know when a bitch brains corrupted
Still in awe not Eve, wondering "Why Eve?"
The one who gave birth
Supposed to be the Earth to my seed
If I could press rewind
I never would've put my hands on you
Never read the manual
"Things that a Man Should Do"
Uh, I'll admit I've had a few
April, Danielle, Rachel, Amber too
The furthest thing from the family dude
Showed us pictures of me
Somewhere on camera nude
(that's fucked up, I'm sorry)
Shit, I tried but honestly
The concept of monogamy is not for me
Only thing I'm afraid of is commitment
I'm sorry but this relationship has ended
Now stay up out my business (bitch)
So if you want to see a nigga again
You ain't gotta pretend
Uh, no I'm not a lover, but
I'm more than a friend
I don't know where to begin
And she don't ever want to go out
She said she'd rather go in
Let's go in, hey hey oh
"There's some ladies out there that
Can do some wild shit" i'm telling you
Dawg know what I'm saying though?
Yeah, I see them too "Check this out"
Ok, ok, type of bitch, I know you ain't lying
Uh, her crib's spacious but it's rented
She get impatient when it come to big faces
Summertime: paper-chase
Hibernate for the winter
Just maybe you'll catch her face in December
Kept her fans itching
I mean the fiends springing
Had that ambition, trying to reach a zenith
To the top from the bottom, all the while
Stayed fresh from her socks to her
Noggin off the Game Wess
Like Jigga out West, they're in trenches
Type of chickens that drive
Lexuses and Benzes
But still alift in Maybach
Keep her thang cocked
A pain in the ass bucket
Ain't no straight shots
I swear I'd never hit a woman
But, I'd shake the shit out
When if she don't zip her mouth up
Can't live with them, can't live without them
We go overboard for what's
Under their blouses
I swear, some be on some wild shit
You know the ones you wouldn't want
To have a child with
Oh, no, I see your ass and trowel tip
I can tell by a smile she a foul bitch
Check it out, uh, check it out
"Something for your mind, body
And your soul" uh, huh, yeah ayo Alc
We coming from, coming from, uh uh
From the side of California
Where dreams are denied
And niggas collect cream doing crime
But for me, fortunately, I can rhyme
Believed eventually I would shine
Climb out the bucket in fact
Never stuck in the trap i'm singing
The production is what I come to attack
Quit bumping your gums and
Go uncrumble your raps
You ain't a boss, you a worker here
Hustle this pack
Boy, get down or get from 'round here
For a pound
I'll leave a clown aired the fuck out
In a minute
Knock a nigga from his couch to his kitchen
Uh, I don't mean to be mean
But that's all I can be
All I got is my word
These two balls in my jeans
And the world in my palm as
Long as I'm in control
I hypnotize your mind, body, and soul
Let it be known
It's the F, nigga
Uh, word to safety, word is simply
"All my life I've been a rolling stone
I got no place that I call my home"
Desperado, Santiago, uh
Yo Al, calm down, calm down man no really
What the fuck is wrong with with you?
You got some nerve, bitch uh, uh
Tell me
How could you disrespect me in public?
You can come and get the rest of your luggage
This has nothing to do with fame
Shit I came from nothing
And I know when a bitch brains corrupted
Still in awe not Eve, wondering "Why Eve?"
The one who gave birth
Supposed to be the Earth to my seed
If I could press rewind
I never would've put my hands on you
Never read the manual
"Things that a Man Should Do"
Uh, I'll admit I've had a few
April, Danielle, Rachel, Amber too
The furthest thing from the family dude
Showed us pictures of me
Somewhere on camera nude
(that's fucked up, I'm sorry)
Shit, I tried but honestly
The concept of monogamy is not for me
Only thing I'm afraid of is commitment
I'm sorry but this relationship has ended
Now stay up out my business (bitch)
So if you want to see a nigga again
You ain't gotta pretend
Uh, no I'm not a lover, but
I'm more than a friend
I don't know where to begin
And she don't ever want to go out
She said she'd rather go in
Let's go in, hey hey oh
"There's some ladies out there that
Can do some wild shit" i'm telling you
Dawg know what I'm saying though?
Yeah, I see them too "Check this out"
Ok, ok, type of bitch, I know you ain't lying
Uh, her crib's spacious but it's rented
She get impatient when it come to big faces
Summertime: paper-chase
Hibernate for the winter
Just maybe you'll catch her face in December
Kept her fans itching
I mean the fiends springing
Had that ambition, trying to reach a zenith
To the top from the bottom, all the while
Stayed fresh from her socks to her
Noggin off the Game Wess
Like Jigga out West, they're in trenches
Type of chickens that drive
Lexuses and Benzes
But still alift in Maybach
Keep her thang cocked
A pain in the ass bucket
Ain't no straight shots
I swear I'd never hit a woman
But, I'd shake the shit out
When if she don't zip her mouth up
Can't live with them, can't live without them
We go overboard for what's
Under their blouses
I swear, some be on some wild shit
You know the ones you wouldn't want
To have a child with
Oh, no, I see your ass and trowel tip
I can tell by a smile she a foul bitch
Check it out, uh, check it out
"Something for your mind, body
And your soul" uh, huh, yeah ayo Alc
We coming from, coming from, uh uh
From the side of California
Where dreams are denied
And niggas collect cream doing crime
But for me, fortunately, I can rhyme
Believed eventually I would shine
Climb out the bucket in fact
Never stuck in the trap i'm singing
The production is what I come to attack
Quit bumping your gums and
Go uncrumble your raps
You ain't a boss, you a worker here
Hustle this pack
Boy, get down or get from 'round here
For a pound
I'll leave a clown aired the fuck out
In a minute
Knock a nigga from his couch to his kitchen
Uh, I don't mean to be mean
But that's all I can be
All I got is my word
These two balls in my jeans
And the world in my palm as
Long as I'm in control
I hypnotize your mind, body, and soul
Let it be known
It's the F, nigga
Uh, word to safety, word is simply
"All my life I've been a rolling stone
I got no place that I call my home"
Desperado, Santiago, uh