When I get in the zone
Hitting up chicks on my cellular phone
Smoking up spliffs in the shape of a cone
Staying up late wake at eight in the morn'
Eight in the morn'
F*ck the break of the dawn
Statement state facts
I'm just making a song
Flavors that they want
That's the way I'll get on
And I'm on
I'm on
It's nonstop to the top
Hot songs all I drop
Tryna steal the top spot
Still them haters can't stop
Even its off top
Guarantee it still bops
Yet they still wanna talk
Like my shits not pop
And I treat this beat like a canvas
Make a fat track, Make you rock like granite
All ya thoughts just vanish
Dancing to a beat from a different planet
Always been manic
Damnit, Janet
Can't you understand that I just can't stand it
When you don't let me slam that salmon
Eat that pussy cause Hedgi been famished
Tryna get famous
Tryna be demanded
Tryna do shows
More-sets like Alanis
L-A-X
My plane just landed
Hoes on first class
Give me handy's left handed
And I just need to know
Are we meant to be alone
Were we really meant to love nobody?
Do I smell like cheap cologne?
Do I sound like post malone?
Do I have what it takes to be somebody?
So who the fly guy
Sipping Mai Tais
Laying on the beach in the heat
When its high tide
Think its high time that the lime light
Made its way to my life
Cause f*ck wearing the tie like
I'd rather wear some tie-dye
Life is so finite
Why I flaunt the macs with the beams like sci-fi
Two shots to the head then its bye-bye
Throw you out the plane just to teach you how to sky dive
Damn my cap got no limits
Act on the track but I'm only flow spitting
I bet you got no bitches
Only got snaps never got the phone digits
I could kill your whole image
Do that shit quick, only takes four minutes
Bitch you got no business
Voted by the house, been approved by both senates
And I just need to know
Are we meant to be alone
Were we really meant to love nobody?
Do I smell like cheap cologne?
Do I sound like Post Malone?
Do I have what it takes to be somebody?
When I get in the zone
Hitting up chicks on my cellular phone
Smoking up spliffs in the shape of a cone
Staying up late wake at eight in the morn'
Eight in the morn'
F*ck the break of the dawn
Statement state facts
I'm just making a song
Flavors that they want
That's the way I'll get on
And I'm on
I'm on
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When I get in the zone
Hitting up chicks on my cellular phone
Smoking up spliffs in the shape of a cone
Staying up late wake at eight in the morn'
Eight in the morn'
F*ck the break of the dawn
Statement state facts
I'm just making a song
Flavors that they want
That's the way I'll get on
And I'm on
I'm on
It's nonstop to the top
Hot songs all I drop
Tryna steal the top spot
Still them haters can't stop
Even its off top
Guarantee it still bops
Yet they still wanna talk
Like my shits not pop
And I treat this beat like a canvas
Make a fat track, Make you rock like granite
All ya thoughts just vanish
Dancing to a beat from a different planet
Always been manic
Damnit, Janet
Can't you understand that I just can't stand it
When you don't let me slam that salmon
Eat that pussy cause Hedgi been famished
Tryna get famous
Tryna be demanded
Tryna do shows
More-sets like Alanis
L-A-X
My plane just landed
Hoes on first class
Give me handy's left handed
And I just need to know
Are we meant to be alone
Were we really meant to love nobody?
Do I smell like cheap cologne?
Do I sound like post malone?
Do I have what it takes to be somebody?
So who the fly guy
Sipping Mai Tais
Laying on the beach in the heat
When its high tide
Think its high time that the lime light
Made its way to my life
Cause f*ck wearing the tie like
I'd rather wear some tie-dye
Life is so finite
Why I flaunt the macs with the beams like sci-fi
Two shots to the head then its bye-bye
Throw you out the plane just to teach you how to sky dive
Damn my cap got no limits
Act on the track but I'm only flow spitting
I bet you got no bitches
Only got snaps never got the phone digits
I could kill your whole image
Do that shit quick, only takes four minutes
Bitch you got no business
Voted by the house, been approved by both senates
And I just need to know
Are we meant to be alone
Were we really meant to love nobody?
Do I smell like cheap cologne?
Do I sound like Post Malone?
Do I have what it takes to be somebody?
When I get in the zone
Hitting up chicks on my cellular phone
Smoking up spliffs in the shape of a cone
Staying up late wake at eight in the morn'
Eight in the morn'
F*ck the break of the dawn
Statement state facts
I'm just making a song
Flavors that they want
That's the way I'll get on
And I'm on
I'm on
Hitting up chicks on my cellular phone
Smoking up spliffs in the shape of a cone
Staying up late wake at eight in the morn'
Eight in the morn'
F*ck the break of the dawn
Statement state facts
I'm just making a song
Flavors that they want
That's the way I'll get on
And I'm on
I'm on
It's nonstop to the top
Hot songs all I drop
Tryna steal the top spot
Still them haters can't stop
Even its off top
Guarantee it still bops
Yet they still wanna talk
Like my shits not pop
And I treat this beat like a canvas
Make a fat track, Make you rock like granite
All ya thoughts just vanish
Dancing to a beat from a different planet
Always been manic
Damnit, Janet
Can't you understand that I just can't stand it
When you don't let me slam that salmon
Eat that pussy cause Hedgi been famished
Tryna get famous
Tryna be demanded
Tryna do shows
More-sets like Alanis
L-A-X
My plane just landed
Hoes on first class
Give me handy's left handed
And I just need to know
Are we meant to be alone
Were we really meant to love nobody?
Do I smell like cheap cologne?
Do I sound like post malone?
Do I have what it takes to be somebody?
So who the fly guy
Sipping Mai Tais
Laying on the beach in the heat
When its high tide
Think its high time that the lime light
Made its way to my life
Cause f*ck wearing the tie like
I'd rather wear some tie-dye
Life is so finite
Why I flaunt the macs with the beams like sci-fi
Two shots to the head then its bye-bye
Throw you out the plane just to teach you how to sky dive
Damn my cap got no limits
Act on the track but I'm only flow spitting
I bet you got no bitches
Only got snaps never got the phone digits
I could kill your whole image
Do that shit quick, only takes four minutes
Bitch you got no business
Voted by the house, been approved by both senates
And I just need to know
Are we meant to be alone
Were we really meant to love nobody?
Do I smell like cheap cologne?
Do I sound like Post Malone?
Do I have what it takes to be somebody?
When I get in the zone
Hitting up chicks on my cellular phone
Smoking up spliffs in the shape of a cone
Staying up late wake at eight in the morn'
Eight in the morn'
F*ck the break of the dawn
Statement state facts
I'm just making a song
Flavors that they want
That's the way I'll get on
And I'm on
I'm on
Writer: Harry Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid