I'm the dangerous type
Quiet but not shy
Focused on my lane - ride or die
Evil thoughts meandering but my actions are forthright
Why I gotta act like that?
Blame it on my star sign
Why I'm stacking racks on rags?
Fear of falling behind
Suspend disbelief then evidence was shown to me
You're staring at a screen, I'm staring at a leaf
And that's what's bothering me
Getting 'round to things I never got around to
Sweetest guy you'll ever meet
Plus I will hold you down, too
Thought I got it right
Thank my lucky stars I found you
Guess you changed your mind - I slow down
Don't stop
Still continue
But I'll give your post a heart
Self-love, vanity, confidence, cockiness
It's a bipolar plight
'Cause I'm loving life while I'm embracing death
Shotgun is empty, care-free
Whip 'round the corner
Maybe I'll call her
I'm seeing your selfie pics; I ain't seeing self-reflection in none of it
Getting my gist?
Surfing my flow?
Catching my drift?
I do what they don't
And I ain't what they is
And that G.O.A.T. is really a kid
And I hit and don't miss
I'm medical and you're mids
Greatness in your midst
Hard dick to get, don't give a f*ck
Your existence the punchline
My music the fist
Forrest Tiger - Millennial Lyrics
Forrest Tiger - Millennial Lyrics
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I'm the dangerous type
Quiet but not shy
Focused on my lane - ride or die
Evil thoughts meandering but my actions are forthright
Why I gotta act like that?
Blame it on my star sign
Why I'm stacking racks on rags?
Fear of falling behind
Suspend disbelief then evidence was shown to me
You're staring at a screen, I'm staring at a leaf
And that's what's bothering me
Getting 'round to things I never got around to
Sweetest guy you'll ever meet
Plus I will hold you down, too
Thought I got it right
Thank my lucky stars I found you
Guess you changed your mind - I slow down
Don't stop
Still continue
But I'll give your post a heart
Self-love, vanity, confidence, cockiness
It's a bipolar plight
'Cause I'm loving life while I'm embracing death
Shotgun is empty, care-free
Whip 'round the corner
Maybe I'll call her
I'm seeing your selfie pics; I ain't seeing self-reflection in none of it
Getting my gist?
Surfing my flow?
Catching my drift?
I do what they don't
And I ain't what they is
And that G.O.A.T. is really a kid
And I hit and don't miss
I'm medical and you're mids
Greatness in your midst
Hard dick to get, don't give a f*ck
Your existence the punchline
My music the fist
Quiet but not shy
Focused on my lane - ride or die
Evil thoughts meandering but my actions are forthright
Why I gotta act like that?
Blame it on my star sign
Why I'm stacking racks on rags?
Fear of falling behind
Suspend disbelief then evidence was shown to me
You're staring at a screen, I'm staring at a leaf
And that's what's bothering me
Getting 'round to things I never got around to
Sweetest guy you'll ever meet
Plus I will hold you down, too
Thought I got it right
Thank my lucky stars I found you
Guess you changed your mind - I slow down
Don't stop
Still continue
But I'll give your post a heart
Self-love, vanity, confidence, cockiness
It's a bipolar plight
'Cause I'm loving life while I'm embracing death
Shotgun is empty, care-free
Whip 'round the corner
Maybe I'll call her
I'm seeing your selfie pics; I ain't seeing self-reflection in none of it
Getting my gist?
Surfing my flow?
Catching my drift?
I do what they don't
And I ain't what they is
And that G.O.A.T. is really a kid
And I hit and don't miss
I'm medical and you're mids
Greatness in your midst
Hard dick to get, don't give a f*ck
Your existence the punchline
My music the fist
Writer: John Hill
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