I was gonna hop up on here and talk a bunch of shit...
(Talk a bunch of shit!)
But, the music speaks for itself, you know?
(God damn right!)
So I suggest that you open your f*cking ears...
(Open your ears)
Listen close...
(Listen close)
Pay attention
Chillin' with my fellows
Splittin' cigarillos
Mary got me mellow
So I throw on my headphones
Choose an instrumental
Groovin' with the tempo
The music helps me let go
Of the echo in my mental
And them noises
They're unsettling
Them voices: they're all telling me
I just need to quit settling
And move onto some better things
All my exes gettin' pregnant
I don't feel sympathetic
But I get the f*ckin' message
Love isn't a synthetic
If it's not authentic
Then you just gotta let it go
That's why I love to lose control
And act so reckless like I lost my soul
At least my Momma knows
That I've got a heart of gold
I just had to hit the road
And now I'm on a roll
Like woah
How could y'all forget me?
Hop back on the bandwagon
Before I turn it to a Bentley
Like woah
No wonder they resent me
They stay takin' shots
But all they caught is friendlies
As I'm 360 no-scopin'
Periscopin'
While I'm chillin' like a villain on the ocean
Got a mega-mind, writin' rhymes, puffin' doja
Bitch makin' noise so I nicknamed her Mona
Then Lisa came over
Cried up on my shoulder
About her old dude Brady and
How he f*cked her over
I said "Damn, that's cold huh?"
But I bet he told ya
Brady is Legitimate so now it's game over
All I do is work
Smoke weed, cuddle with my cat and lurk
Online for beats
Turn 'em to songs then I tweet out some links
Hoping that you'll bop your head
If you f*ck with it heavy then tell a friend, bitch
It's all about word of mouth
They can't peep an artist they ain't heard about
So why you afraid to blurt 'em out?
All the lyrics that I'm churning out
Making music til I'm burnin' out
I'm certain now it's a turnaround
Two years ago, I wasn't doing shit
Now I'm back, too legit to quit
If you really want it
Then you gotta commit
And if the gloves don't fit
Then you've gotta acquit
That's just how I choose to do it
(What?)
No time for love
When you're in love with the music
(Slut)
Stop making excuses
You can't live like you made it
When you're still trying to prove it
BRADY - Prove It Lyrics
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I was gonna hop up on here and talk a bunch of shit...
(Talk a bunch of shit!)
But, the music speaks for itself, you know?
(God damn right!)
So I suggest that you open your f*cking ears...
(Open your ears)
Listen close...
(Listen close)
Pay attention
Chillin' with my fellows
Splittin' cigarillos
Mary got me mellow
So I throw on my headphones
Choose an instrumental
Groovin' with the tempo
The music helps me let go
Of the echo in my mental
And them noises
They're unsettling
Them voices: they're all telling me
I just need to quit settling
And move onto some better things
All my exes gettin' pregnant
I don't feel sympathetic
But I get the f*ckin' message
Love isn't a synthetic
If it's not authentic
Then you just gotta let it go
That's why I love to lose control
And act so reckless like I lost my soul
At least my Momma knows
That I've got a heart of gold
I just had to hit the road
And now I'm on a roll
Like woah
How could y'all forget me?
Hop back on the bandwagon
Before I turn it to a Bentley
Like woah
No wonder they resent me
They stay takin' shots
But all they caught is friendlies
As I'm 360 no-scopin'
Periscopin'
While I'm chillin' like a villain on the ocean
Got a mega-mind, writin' rhymes, puffin' doja
Bitch makin' noise so I nicknamed her Mona
Then Lisa came over
Cried up on my shoulder
About her old dude Brady and
How he f*cked her over
I said "Damn, that's cold huh?"
But I bet he told ya
Brady is Legitimate so now it's game over
All I do is work
Smoke weed, cuddle with my cat and lurk
Online for beats
Turn 'em to songs then I tweet out some links
Hoping that you'll bop your head
If you f*ck with it heavy then tell a friend, bitch
It's all about word of mouth
They can't peep an artist they ain't heard about
So why you afraid to blurt 'em out?
All the lyrics that I'm churning out
Making music til I'm burnin' out
I'm certain now it's a turnaround
Two years ago, I wasn't doing shit
Now I'm back, too legit to quit
If you really want it
Then you gotta commit
And if the gloves don't fit
Then you've gotta acquit
That's just how I choose to do it
(What?)
No time for love
When you're in love with the music
(Slut)
Stop making excuses
You can't live like you made it
When you're still trying to prove it
(Talk a bunch of shit!)
But, the music speaks for itself, you know?
(God damn right!)
So I suggest that you open your f*cking ears...
(Open your ears)
Listen close...
(Listen close)
Pay attention
Chillin' with my fellows
Splittin' cigarillos
Mary got me mellow
So I throw on my headphones
Choose an instrumental
Groovin' with the tempo
The music helps me let go
Of the echo in my mental
And them noises
They're unsettling
Them voices: they're all telling me
I just need to quit settling
And move onto some better things
All my exes gettin' pregnant
I don't feel sympathetic
But I get the f*ckin' message
Love isn't a synthetic
If it's not authentic
Then you just gotta let it go
That's why I love to lose control
And act so reckless like I lost my soul
At least my Momma knows
That I've got a heart of gold
I just had to hit the road
And now I'm on a roll
Like woah
How could y'all forget me?
Hop back on the bandwagon
Before I turn it to a Bentley
Like woah
No wonder they resent me
They stay takin' shots
But all they caught is friendlies
As I'm 360 no-scopin'
Periscopin'
While I'm chillin' like a villain on the ocean
Got a mega-mind, writin' rhymes, puffin' doja
Bitch makin' noise so I nicknamed her Mona
Then Lisa came over
Cried up on my shoulder
About her old dude Brady and
How he f*cked her over
I said "Damn, that's cold huh?"
But I bet he told ya
Brady is Legitimate so now it's game over
All I do is work
Smoke weed, cuddle with my cat and lurk
Online for beats
Turn 'em to songs then I tweet out some links
Hoping that you'll bop your head
If you f*ck with it heavy then tell a friend, bitch
It's all about word of mouth
They can't peep an artist they ain't heard about
So why you afraid to blurt 'em out?
All the lyrics that I'm churning out
Making music til I'm burnin' out
I'm certain now it's a turnaround
Two years ago, I wasn't doing shit
Now I'm back, too legit to quit
If you really want it
Then you gotta commit
And if the gloves don't fit
Then you've gotta acquit
That's just how I choose to do it
(What?)
No time for love
When you're in love with the music
(Slut)
Stop making excuses
You can't live like you made it
When you're still trying to prove it
Writer: Brady Kerkhoff
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid