Will I see you?
Just talkin' about what I see
It's not opinion-based, it's just, just shit I see, uh
The suburbs are filled with ebonics and trap sonics
Frat boys saying, "No cap, put racks on it"
The dialect got a lil' splash of some Black on it
Cap and gowns bought by the money in dad's pockets
White girls squattin', tryna get that ass poppin'
Caught back talking to their mom and dad's often
Reciting rap lyrics 'bout murder and cash profit
Get to feel like a thug but don't have to act on it
Local homicide rates got 'em astonished
Reading 'bout it on a laptop in pajamas
Microsoft Office to complete their assignments
Never seen the hood still can't help but have comments
Never had a convo with a kid from that climate
That really has trauma, that really got taught
To survive by any means, f*ck bitches, stack commas
Common ground ain't that common
The festivals are filled with Larry Bird jerseys
College students in a hurry to jump to a four-count and say the N-word
Business interns taking molly then percs
Trampling on top of bodies in dirt
Condescending suburban kids growin' up to be rap journalists
Writin' urban myths about who they think is the best urban kid
And who the worst is and who's authentic
And what the real hip hop is and who's all in it
Thrift shopping for articles and garments
That feel like they came from a foreign environment
Secondhand Bape, Supreme and Gallery Department
Anything to feel less harmless
Adderall dealers, carryin' 'round guns just to make it feel realer
House with white pillars, no rough just diamonds, the education private
It's all by design and
Common ground ain't that common
Lemme hear that
Jack Harlow - Jackman Album Lyrics
Jack Harlow - Jackman Lyrics
Writer: Aniko K Thomas, Dieyelle A. Reed, Emanuel Wells Officer, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Jay Soul, Joi M. Marshall, Jose Angel Velazquez, Michael James Jr Washington, Tonya Kelly
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
They Dont Love It
Just like
I've been smooth for so long, I'm tryna get rough
F*ck buffin' my nails, dawg, I'm tryna get buff
F*ck shaping my beard up, I'm liking the scruff
And f*ck the hills 'cause I'm living my life in the cut
Can't imagine that I'm gon' meet my wife in the club
We gon' see though, I feel like she more of a CEO
Or maybe she doing volunteer work in Rio
It's not like I need her, but I would love to meet her
Another day, another dollar, another phone with another feature
I don't play goalie but I'm my brother's keeper
Surrounded by family, I'm not with other people
They say I got my pops demeanor and mother's features
The garden still private as ever, the gang thriving together
Ya boy striving to be the most dominant ever
The hardest white boy since the one who rapped about vomit and sweaters
And hold the comments 'cause I promise you I'm honestly better
Than whoever came to ya head right then
They ain't cut from the same thread like him
They don't study doin' work to get ahead like him
They don't toss and turn in the f*ckin' bed like him
'Cause they don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
I been laid back so long, I'm tryna get turnt
F*ck searching my name, dawg, that's how you get hurt
F*ck being likable, I'm tryna be unbreakable
I just realized that this whole game is takeable
If I want it and I do, yes, I want it
I don't care how you feel about it, I do what I wanna
I used to look up to the people that I'm moving in front of
It's not that crazy anymore, my city used to a come up
Bryson, Jack, Gee, James is up next
The rest is up to me, these lames is upset
My peers get upstaged, the fans are obsessed
My city is upcoming, it's people are oppressed
And I'm gon' change things
I'm up at Carmichael's tryna get on the same page
I heard about the rapper that you claimed was a mainstay
They had a nice run but they never gon' maintain because
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
I've been smooth for so long, I'm tryna get rough
F*ck buffin' my nails, dawg, I'm tryna get buff
F*ck shaping my beard up, I'm liking the scruff
And f*ck the hills 'cause I'm living my life in the cut
Can't imagine that I'm gon' meet my wife in the club
We gon' see though, I feel like she more of a CEO
Or maybe she doing volunteer work in Rio
It's not like I need her, but I would love to meet her
Another day, another dollar, another phone with another feature
I don't play goalie but I'm my brother's keeper
Surrounded by family, I'm not with other people
They say I got my pops demeanor and mother's features
The garden still private as ever, the gang thriving together
Ya boy striving to be the most dominant ever
The hardest white boy since the one who rapped about vomit and sweaters
And hold the comments 'cause I promise you I'm honestly better
Than whoever came to ya head right then
They ain't cut from the same thread like him
They don't study doin' work to get ahead like him
They don't toss and turn in the f*ckin' bed like him
'Cause they don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
I been laid back so long, I'm tryna get turnt
F*ck searching my name, dawg, that's how you get hurt
F*ck being likable, I'm tryna be unbreakable
I just realized that this whole game is takeable
If I want it and I do, yes, I want it
I don't care how you feel about it, I do what I wanna
I used to look up to the people that I'm moving in front of
It's not that crazy anymore, my city used to a come up
Bryson, Jack, Gee, James is up next
The rest is up to me, these lames is upset
My peers get upstaged, the fans are obsessed
My city is upcoming, it's people are oppressed
And I'm gon' change things
I'm up at Carmichael's tryna get on the same page
I heard about the rapper that you claimed was a mainstay
They had a nice run but they never gon' maintain because
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
They don't love it, they don't love it
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Kameron Cole, Timothy Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ambitious
Ambitious fourteen year old
Grades goin' down as I'm stackin' up zeros
But not the dinero, peach fuzz comin' in
Cool kid, but my haircut like I'm a weirdo
Peyton Siva, Montrezl Harrell
Scuffed-up kicks, Old Navy my apparel
And I'm cummin' in my girl like I'm sterile
Totaled my whip, I thought I had the green arrow
I was never meant to be a college applicant
F*ck I look like goin' to college after this?
Class clown type that like to holla at the chicks
Friend group solid as it gets
Recordin' in my room with the air conditioner all up in the mix
Did a couple local shows, okay, my following exists
Even if it's fifteen high school chicks
Better than a front row of dicks
One day I'm gon' be, uh, front row at the Knicks
Wait until the world gets a load of this, ooh
Ambitious nineteen year old
I just signed a deal now my neck sub-zero
Mustache coming in, I really want a beard though
And I really think this might be my year though
Suddenly, I've made some Moncler, my apparel
Playin' dive bars and stoppin' at Cracker Barrel
No security, my brothers gon' step, Will Ferrell
Gettin' high, gettin' drunk, no more straight and narrow for me
Street raps make me ask if this the era for me
Is the playing field fair or is it fairer for me? Whew
A couple karats in my ears enough karats for me
I'm feelin' like the local scene finally cherishing me
Selling out my hometown so my parents can see
Charismatic, naive, young, arrogant teen
Givin' everything I got to the American Dream
But I'm still playing one PM sets at the festivals
Looking at the crowd, they embarrassed for me, jheeze
Ambitious twenty-four year old
Used to have dreams of being friends with my heroes
Now I'm Andrea Pirlo out in Europe spending euros
French girl chewin' on my earlobe
Here goes nothing, coasting through customs
Take away the phones at after-parties, we don't trust 'em
Heartthrob status, I've adjusted to the lustin'
Facetime calls about God from Justin
I can't stop hustlin', I can't stop hustlin'
I'm tryna be inspired, but y'all ain't got nothin'
They tryna downplay me now, ain't that somethin'?
I saw that comin'
Readin' way too many articles about myself, I gotta fall back from it
Audition for a lead and got the call back from it
I'm festival headlinin', keepin' them heads noddin'
I tell her I'll be back but I don't know when the next time is
Folks think it's 'bout to be more actin' and less rhymin'
But, hell nah, I gotta show these boys who the best out is
Grades goin' down as I'm stackin' up zeros
But not the dinero, peach fuzz comin' in
Cool kid, but my haircut like I'm a weirdo
Peyton Siva, Montrezl Harrell
Scuffed-up kicks, Old Navy my apparel
And I'm cummin' in my girl like I'm sterile
Totaled my whip, I thought I had the green arrow
I was never meant to be a college applicant
F*ck I look like goin' to college after this?
Class clown type that like to holla at the chicks
Friend group solid as it gets
Recordin' in my room with the air conditioner all up in the mix
Did a couple local shows, okay, my following exists
Even if it's fifteen high school chicks
Better than a front row of dicks
One day I'm gon' be, uh, front row at the Knicks
Wait until the world gets a load of this, ooh
Ambitious nineteen year old
I just signed a deal now my neck sub-zero
Mustache coming in, I really want a beard though
And I really think this might be my year though
Suddenly, I've made some Moncler, my apparel
Playin' dive bars and stoppin' at Cracker Barrel
No security, my brothers gon' step, Will Ferrell
Gettin' high, gettin' drunk, no more straight and narrow for me
Street raps make me ask if this the era for me
Is the playing field fair or is it fairer for me? Whew
A couple karats in my ears enough karats for me
I'm feelin' like the local scene finally cherishing me
Selling out my hometown so my parents can see
Charismatic, naive, young, arrogant teen
Givin' everything I got to the American Dream
But I'm still playing one PM sets at the festivals
Looking at the crowd, they embarrassed for me, jheeze
Ambitious twenty-four year old
Used to have dreams of being friends with my heroes
Now I'm Andrea Pirlo out in Europe spending euros
French girl chewin' on my earlobe
Here goes nothing, coasting through customs
Take away the phones at after-parties, we don't trust 'em
Heartthrob status, I've adjusted to the lustin'
Facetime calls about God from Justin
I can't stop hustlin', I can't stop hustlin'
I'm tryna be inspired, but y'all ain't got nothin'
They tryna downplay me now, ain't that somethin'?
I saw that comin'
Readin' way too many articles about myself, I gotta fall back from it
Audition for a lead and got the call back from it
I'm festival headlinin', keepin' them heads noddin'
I tell her I'll be back but I don't know when the next time is
Folks think it's 'bout to be more actin' and less rhymin'
But, hell nah, I gotta show these boys who the best out is
Writer: Goldy, Alice Sanderson, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Keith Edward Echols, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Tony Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Is That Ight?
No airports and no flights
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
Ten girlfriends and no wife
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No sport cars and no ice
Okay, maybe a little ice, we all got a lil' vice
No selfies, just say, "Hi"
I'm so healthy and alive
4L, we them same guys
Equity for my dawgs, only time you see gang signs
I'm looking to change lives, I already changed mine
Our ambition just ain't the same size
You pint-sized motherf*ckers watching my paint dry in real-time
Telling yourself it just takes time
The time's now, stop waiting for the inspiration
They say it's a flaw being impatient but, uh
No airports and no flights
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No retweets and no likes
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No breakups and no fights
Okay, maybe a few fights, we all gotta choose sides
No selfies, just say, "Hi"
I'm so healthy and alive
4L, we them same guys
I just want peace, I don't want no smoke
And I don't wanna go to 1 OAK, I just wanna go home
And I don't want no free jewelry, I don't want promo
I've been on the road since I turned one-ocho
A hundred people on set, used to be one GoPro
My dad knows a lot of things that his son don't know
But he ain't been to all the places that his son gon' go (because)
No airports and no flights
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
Wake up while the sun's still bright
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No time spent on timelines
I got me a good book, I told Angel, "Good looks"
No selfies, just say, "Hi"
I'm so healthy and alive
(Cole, you stupid)
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
Ten girlfriends and no wife
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No sport cars and no ice
Okay, maybe a little ice, we all got a lil' vice
No selfies, just say, "Hi"
I'm so healthy and alive
4L, we them same guys
Equity for my dawgs, only time you see gang signs
I'm looking to change lives, I already changed mine
Our ambition just ain't the same size
You pint-sized motherf*ckers watching my paint dry in real-time
Telling yourself it just takes time
The time's now, stop waiting for the inspiration
They say it's a flaw being impatient but, uh
No airports and no flights
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No retweets and no likes
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No breakups and no fights
Okay, maybe a few fights, we all gotta choose sides
No selfies, just say, "Hi"
I'm so healthy and alive
4L, we them same guys
I just want peace, I don't want no smoke
And I don't wanna go to 1 OAK, I just wanna go home
And I don't want no free jewelry, I don't want promo
I've been on the road since I turned one-ocho
A hundred people on set, used to be one GoPro
My dad knows a lot of things that his son don't know
But he ain't been to all the places that his son gon' go (because)
No airports and no flights
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
Wake up while the sun's still bright
That's how I wanna live my life, is that aight?
No time spent on timelines
I got me a good book, I told Angel, "Good looks"
No selfies, just say, "Hi"
I'm so healthy and alive
(Cole, you stupid)
Writer: Jack Harlow, Kameron Cole, Mario Dragio
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Gang Gang Gang
(Gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Marcus?
Our Marcus? "Yeah, our Marcus"
A bunch of girls say he raped 'em in the back of some Target
They say he drove 'em back there in his car
And then he parked it and the rest is even darker
Wait, which Marcus? 'Cause it can't be-
"Yes, our Marcus"
"The same Marcus we collected Pokémon cards with"
The one with perfect grades that has family in New Orleans?
"Yes, that Marcus, he's got seven rape charges"
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Kevin?
Kevin who? "Our Kevin"
What happened? "He got arrested"
"They found a bunch of messages he sent to lil' kids"
"And apparently, he met up with this ten-year-old"
"And the now the kid's sayin' he got molested"
Molested by who? "By Kevin"
Nah, it's gotta be a different Kevin
"Look, I'm tellin' you it's Kevin, that we've known since we were seven"
"The one who's dad's a reverend"
"The same Kevin we spend every weekend with and call brethren"
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Truthfully, it's family 'til it can't be, gang 'til it ain't
Twins, but it depends, brothers until somethin' is uncovered
Dawgs until the lifting of the fog
"I always got you" turns into "Well, I never thought you"
Years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here
Unconditional love becomes very conditioned when push comes to shove
And all that talk of takin' bullets suddenly feels foolish
Pictures with him turn to ad campaigns, you gotta pull it
Feet held to the fire
We hold accountable the ones we hold dear out of morals, but mainly fear
The choice becomes clear
And years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here
Almost like you never were here
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Marcus?
Our Marcus? "Yeah, our Marcus"
A bunch of girls say he raped 'em in the back of some Target
They say he drove 'em back there in his car
And then he parked it and the rest is even darker
Wait, which Marcus? 'Cause it can't be-
"Yes, our Marcus"
"The same Marcus we collected Pokémon cards with"
The one with perfect grades that has family in New Orleans?
"Yes, that Marcus, he's got seven rape charges"
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Kevin?
Kevin who? "Our Kevin"
What happened? "He got arrested"
"They found a bunch of messages he sent to lil' kids"
"And apparently, he met up with this ten-year-old"
"And the now the kid's sayin' he got molested"
Molested by who? "By Kevin"
Nah, it's gotta be a different Kevin
"Look, I'm tellin' you it's Kevin, that we've known since we were seven"
"The one who's dad's a reverend"
"The same Kevin we spend every weekend with and call brethren"
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Ride for my dawgs, lie for my dawgs, die for my dawgs
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's- (gang, gang, gang)
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Truthfully, it's family 'til it can't be, gang 'til it ain't
Twins, but it depends, brothers until somethin' is uncovered
Dawgs until the lifting of the fog
"I always got you" turns into "Well, I never thought you"
Years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here
Unconditional love becomes very conditioned when push comes to shove
And all that talk of takin' bullets suddenly feels foolish
Pictures with him turn to ad campaigns, you gotta pull it
Feet held to the fire
We hold accountable the ones we hold dear out of morals, but mainly fear
The choice becomes clear
And years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here
Almost like you never were here
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Laetita Sadier, Rashad Thomas, Timothy Gane
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Denver
Wonder, oh, why this ever had to be (uh-huh)
So many losing hope in those dreams that they
Walking past the homeless in a Rolex
Just got off the stage on the Today Show and I basically felt soulless
Years go by and I keep saying I'm gon' use my phone less
But I should just be phoneless
Ignorance is bliss and so is being underground
'Cause it was fun when we were known less
Sorry, that's cliche, I know I'm so blessed
But Jason keeps on telling me, "Say yes"
And truth be told, I know he knows best
But I don't want do no press
I've seen enough of me on this lil' screen
I've become so vain and insecure 'bout everything
I feel all this pressure to live up to what they tell me I'm gon' be
So I isolate myself, you can't help me, it's on me
I'm hiding any sign of weakness from my guys
I don't want 'em second-guessing with me
Nemo said to keep my foot on necks 'cause I can't let 'em just forget me
But the brags in my raps are getting less and less convincing
So I'd rather just
Wonder, oh, why this ever had to be
So many losing hope in those dreams that they
I wrote that first verse in Denver, back in September
It's January now and I'm feeling like myself again
I got Angel back in here, I need his help again
I'm taking time away but wondering what a healthy helping is
F*ck it, they gon' check for me I tell myself and tell my friends
Avoiding any talks about the elephant
Chalking up the hate to jealousy and just embellishments
But deep down, I find myself wondering
If the people that write about me are right about me
And I wonder if my exes are oversharing 'cause they know a lot about me
I'm a long way from Shelby County
I been thru some local tension, heard talks of a healthy bounty
Sober and focused, I cannot walk down no deli alleys
I still got the fellas round me, I love 'em and tell 'em proudly
My mama needs help adjusting, my father needs help accounting
I'm lookin' out heavens window, I know that there's hell around me
Wonder, oh, why this ever had to be
So many losing hope in those dreams that they
So many losing hope in those dreams that they
Walking past the homeless in a Rolex
Just got off the stage on the Today Show and I basically felt soulless
Years go by and I keep saying I'm gon' use my phone less
But I should just be phoneless
Ignorance is bliss and so is being underground
'Cause it was fun when we were known less
Sorry, that's cliche, I know I'm so blessed
But Jason keeps on telling me, "Say yes"
And truth be told, I know he knows best
But I don't want do no press
I've seen enough of me on this lil' screen
I've become so vain and insecure 'bout everything
I feel all this pressure to live up to what they tell me I'm gon' be
So I isolate myself, you can't help me, it's on me
I'm hiding any sign of weakness from my guys
I don't want 'em second-guessing with me
Nemo said to keep my foot on necks 'cause I can't let 'em just forget me
But the brags in my raps are getting less and less convincing
So I'd rather just
Wonder, oh, why this ever had to be
So many losing hope in those dreams that they
I wrote that first verse in Denver, back in September
It's January now and I'm feeling like myself again
I got Angel back in here, I need his help again
I'm taking time away but wondering what a healthy helping is
F*ck it, they gon' check for me I tell myself and tell my friends
Avoiding any talks about the elephant
Chalking up the hate to jealousy and just embellishments
But deep down, I find myself wondering
If the people that write about me are right about me
And I wonder if my exes are oversharing 'cause they know a lot about me
I'm a long way from Shelby County
I been thru some local tension, heard talks of a healthy bounty
Sober and focused, I cannot walk down no deli alleys
I still got the fellas round me, I love 'em and tell 'em proudly
My mama needs help adjusting, my father needs help accounting
I'm lookin' out heavens window, I know that there's hell around me
Wonder, oh, why this ever had to be
So many losing hope in those dreams that they
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Isaac DeBoni, Jose Velazquez, Douglas Penn
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
No Enhancers
Mm-mm
Uh
My homeboy just beat cancer
I call my ex, no answer
As in that's my nickname for her
'Cause when I call, no answer
She know I'm a romancer
You know I make you laugh like no one else
You love my banter
I like my girl natural
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers
And my baby she a natural
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers
She don't even know her daddy
She walk 'round this cold world without no safety net or padding
Tough as nails, new acrylics once the old ones get too stale
Coffin shaped, nude pink, aside from that, the rest is real
Morning body, check the mirror, hit the scale, how we feel?
Birth control inside a pill
Just to leave the crib these days has become such a skill
All the cards stacked against her but she learning how to deal, uh (ooh)
My homeboy just beat cancer
I call my ex, no answer
As in that's my nickname for her
'Cause when I call, no answer (ayy)
She know I'm a romancer (uh-huh)
You know I make you laugh like no one else
You love my banter
I like my girl natural
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers
And my baby she a natural
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers
Uh
My homeboy just beat cancer
I call my ex, no answer
As in that's my nickname for her
'Cause when I call, no answer
She know I'm a romancer
You know I make you laugh like no one else
You love my banter
I like my girl natural
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers
And my baby she a natural
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers (ayy)
She don't need no enhancers
She don't even know her daddy
She walk 'round this cold world without no safety net or padding
Tough as nails, new acrylics once the old ones get too stale
Coffin shaped, nude pink, aside from that, the rest is real
Morning body, check the mirror, hit the scale, how we feel?
Birth control inside a pill
Just to leave the crib these days has become such a skill
All the cards stacked against her but she learning how to deal, uh (ooh)
My homeboy just beat cancer
I call my ex, no answer
As in that's my nickname for her
'Cause when I call, no answer (ayy)
She know I'm a romancer (uh-huh)
You know I make you laugh like no one else
You love my banter
I like my girl natural
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers
And my baby she a natural
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers (uh-uh)
She don't need no enhancers
Writer: Cooper McGill, Dacoury Natche, Jackman Thomas Harlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
It Cant Be
Huh, huh, huh, huh, what's that?
Huh, huh, what's that?
Huh, huh, what's that?
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be the way I treat people
Or how I make time to see people
And make sure that they feel like we equals
It can't be the smile
It can't be the eye contact with these crowds
It can't be my pen
It can't be these verses
That make people feel like I'm talking to them
It can't be the homage I've paid
Nights when I coulda left the studio early but I stayed
It can't be the tone of my voice
It can't be the thought I put into every choice
It can't be the Jeep instead of the Rolls Royce
It can't be the downtime with my boys
It can't be the Tribe, and the Biggie and the Nas
The Outkast, and the Missy in my iPod
It can't be the absence of any facade
It can't be the worldwide hometown pride
So I guess (so I guess)
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be some understanding of branding
Or maybe that I'm outstanding
Or all the South American fans
That meet me at the airport upon landing
It can't be my aunties and grannies
And every other woman in my family
That raised me to be upstanding
It can't be that I simply make ear candy
Especially when the industry could just plant me
Especially when I didn't grow up on Brandy
Especially when I'm having dinner in Frankfort with Andy
It can't be a bit of good karma
It can't be the way they all say that's he's a charmer
It can't be the lack of chinks in my armor
It can't be the poise when them boys try to harm us
It can't be that we built something to be a part of
It can't be the way that every beat gets barred up
So I guess
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
Huh, huh, what's that?
Huh, huh, what's that?
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be the way I treat people
Or how I make time to see people
And make sure that they feel like we equals
It can't be the smile
It can't be the eye contact with these crowds
It can't be my pen
It can't be these verses
That make people feel like I'm talking to them
It can't be the homage I've paid
Nights when I coulda left the studio early but I stayed
It can't be the tone of my voice
It can't be the thought I put into every choice
It can't be the Jeep instead of the Rolls Royce
It can't be the downtime with my boys
It can't be the Tribe, and the Biggie and the Nas
The Outkast, and the Missy in my iPod
It can't be the absence of any facade
It can't be the worldwide hometown pride
So I guess (so I guess)
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
It can't be some understanding of branding
Or maybe that I'm outstanding
Or all the South American fans
That meet me at the airport upon landing
It can't be my aunties and grannies
And every other woman in my family
That raised me to be upstanding
It can't be that I simply make ear candy
Especially when the industry could just plant me
Especially when I didn't grow up on Brandy
Especially when I'm having dinner in Frankfort with Andy
It can't be a bit of good karma
It can't be the way they all say that's he's a charmer
It can't be the lack of chinks in my armor
It can't be the poise when them boys try to harm us
It can't be that we built something to be a part of
It can't be the way that every beat gets barred up
So I guess
It must be my skin
I can't think of any other reason I'd win
I can't think of an explanation
It can't be the years of work I put in
It can't be the way that I've stuck with the same friends
It can't be the swag I got when I walk in
It can't be
Writer: Bill Withers, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Rashad Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Blame On Me
Blame on me
Can't hold back
Holdin' on for a minute
Oh, oh (running)
Blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
We grew up in the same household, for years, we were close
Throwing football in the yard 'til the lights turned on
Inside the lampposts, years go by
Somethin' changed when you got to junior high
Started hanging with them guys
Suddenly I meant nothin' to you, you wanted nothin' to do with me
You run with a crew that doesn't include any room for your little brother
I was destroyed, but I still loved you
I still wanted your approval, if I could get it, I'd cherish it
Embarrassing me any chance you got, but I didn't care
Because maybe if I was tough enough to take it, you would love me
Instead of lookin' at me like I'm disgusting
Like I'm nothing, like I'm not the person that you grew up with
I wanna reminisce and ask you if you miss those days
But I'm terrified of broaching the subject
I'm terrified to hear your answer, so I just don't touch it
I don't say nothing
Phases, running
Spaces, different faces
All we know is
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
We grew up in the same household, for years, we were close
One on one, I would dominate you in the post
Years pass, but the bond didn't last
And I hate the man above the sink lookin' at me in the glass
Treated you like I hated you, never needed you
Even if I had the same opinion, disagreed with you
Insult after insult, hoping they'd eat at you
Pokin' at your deepest wounds
My baby brother, I don't have an excuse
But I know you remember the way that dad would let loose
On me more often and way less you
He criticized and tested me, so I'd test you
I got so much wrongdoing to confess to
And you act like it never happened, God bless you
Huh, I'm terrified of broaching the subject
I'm terrified to even ask, so I just don't touch it
I don't say nothing
Phases, running
Spaces, different faces
All we know is
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
You grew up in my household, under my roof
Raised you with discipline and taught you life's truths
Lashed out at you for things you'd misplace
Reprimanding you in public 'til you're red in the face
Made you feel the weight of every single mistake that you made
My hot temper turned up full throttle
'Cause I needed you to be your little brother's role model
Everything that you do, he just gon' follow
Don't you understand?
It's okay, I understand
'Cause the way I parent you is how my mother did
And the way you treat your little brother's how my older brother did
And now I'm not even my brother's friend
There's so much I would do and say if I could have it done again
But I'm terrified of broaching the subject
I'm terrified to break down, so I just don't touch it
I don't say nothing
Phases, running
Spaces, different faces
All we know is
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Can't hold back
Holdin' on for a minute
Oh, oh (running)
Blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
We grew up in the same household, for years, we were close
Throwing football in the yard 'til the lights turned on
Inside the lampposts, years go by
Somethin' changed when you got to junior high
Started hanging with them guys
Suddenly I meant nothin' to you, you wanted nothin' to do with me
You run with a crew that doesn't include any room for your little brother
I was destroyed, but I still loved you
I still wanted your approval, if I could get it, I'd cherish it
Embarrassing me any chance you got, but I didn't care
Because maybe if I was tough enough to take it, you would love me
Instead of lookin' at me like I'm disgusting
Like I'm nothing, like I'm not the person that you grew up with
I wanna reminisce and ask you if you miss those days
But I'm terrified of broaching the subject
I'm terrified to hear your answer, so I just don't touch it
I don't say nothing
Phases, running
Spaces, different faces
All we know is
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
We grew up in the same household, for years, we were close
One on one, I would dominate you in the post
Years pass, but the bond didn't last
And I hate the man above the sink lookin' at me in the glass
Treated you like I hated you, never needed you
Even if I had the same opinion, disagreed with you
Insult after insult, hoping they'd eat at you
Pokin' at your deepest wounds
My baby brother, I don't have an excuse
But I know you remember the way that dad would let loose
On me more often and way less you
He criticized and tested me, so I'd test you
I got so much wrongdoing to confess to
And you act like it never happened, God bless you
Huh, I'm terrified of broaching the subject
I'm terrified to even ask, so I just don't touch it
I don't say nothing
Phases, running
Spaces, different faces
All we know is
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
You grew up in my household, under my roof
Raised you with discipline and taught you life's truths
Lashed out at you for things you'd misplace
Reprimanding you in public 'til you're red in the face
Made you feel the weight of every single mistake that you made
My hot temper turned up full throttle
'Cause I needed you to be your little brother's role model
Everything that you do, he just gon' follow
Don't you understand?
It's okay, I understand
'Cause the way I parent you is how my mother did
And the way you treat your little brother's how my older brother did
And now I'm not even my brother's friend
There's so much I would do and say if I could have it done again
But I'm terrified of broaching the subject
I'm terrified to break down, so I just don't touch it
I don't say nothing
Phases, running
Spaces, different faces
All we know is
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Put the blame on me
Put the blame on me, oh
Writer: Angel Lopez, Azul Wynter, Gary Hawken, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Jeremy Stevenson, Kameron Cole, Matthew Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Questions
Uh-huh
Yo, turn my voice up
Right here?
Why I treat my brother like he ain't my only brother?
Why I gotta treat my manager like I'm above her?
Why I gotta get so intimate with all my lovers?
Why I gotta cheat and make her question if I love her?
Why am I so flawed?
Why am I so skeptical of God?
Why do I pretend like I didn't see it when I saw it?
Why am I so bold to double back when I've been caught?
Why am I not the superhero I thought
Or as perfect as these diamonds I bought?
When did I start texting so dry?
When did I become this type of a guy?
When did the texts you send me stop getting replies?
What if things don't turn out how I planned 'em?
I wanna be more than just a random
What if all these people in my life go Danny Phantom?
I'm sick of down to earth I wanna throw tantrums
I'm sick of these lil' raps, I wanna make anthems
You feel me?
It's either you or it's my schedule, y'all both can't be demanding
I keep you under wraps, you told your mom it's for my branding
I hope she's understanding
What if I don't meet the expectations?
What if I don't reach my destination?
What if I don't live up to the hype despite all my dedication?
Why you think I'm scared to take vacations?
What am I supposed to do?
Assume her accusations aren't true because I'm close to you?
Who should I believe?
Is it her? Just 'cause it happens so commonly?
The masses never heard your boy rapping so honestly
What makes you think that I'd rather have backpackers applauding me?
Why do I feel I need approval from all my skeptics
When I fill arenas up with a passionate following
When that's actually all I need?
But what if they stop caring 'bout me?
What if they stop swearing by me?
What if they stop riding for me
How they used to do before I was in front of everybody
What if they went and found some new kid that got a air about him
How many people in this town follow my whereabouts and
What would I say with a barrel aimed at me staring down it?
I rep the state but do they care bout me in Barren County?
Yo, turn my voice up
Right here?
Why I treat my brother like he ain't my only brother?
Why I gotta treat my manager like I'm above her?
Why I gotta get so intimate with all my lovers?
Why I gotta cheat and make her question if I love her?
Why am I so flawed?
Why am I so skeptical of God?
Why do I pretend like I didn't see it when I saw it?
Why am I so bold to double back when I've been caught?
Why am I not the superhero I thought
Or as perfect as these diamonds I bought?
When did I start texting so dry?
When did I become this type of a guy?
When did the texts you send me stop getting replies?
What if things don't turn out how I planned 'em?
I wanna be more than just a random
What if all these people in my life go Danny Phantom?
I'm sick of down to earth I wanna throw tantrums
I'm sick of these lil' raps, I wanna make anthems
You feel me?
It's either you or it's my schedule, y'all both can't be demanding
I keep you under wraps, you told your mom it's for my branding
I hope she's understanding
What if I don't meet the expectations?
What if I don't reach my destination?
What if I don't live up to the hype despite all my dedication?
Why you think I'm scared to take vacations?
What am I supposed to do?
Assume her accusations aren't true because I'm close to you?
Who should I believe?
Is it her? Just 'cause it happens so commonly?
The masses never heard your boy rapping so honestly
What makes you think that I'd rather have backpackers applauding me?
Why do I feel I need approval from all my skeptics
When I fill arenas up with a passionate following
When that's actually all I need?
But what if they stop caring 'bout me?
What if they stop swearing by me?
What if they stop riding for me
How they used to do before I was in front of everybody
What if they went and found some new kid that got a air about him
How many people in this town follow my whereabouts and
What would I say with a barrel aimed at me staring down it?
I rep the state but do they care bout me in Barren County?
Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Joshua Phillip McBride
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The albumcover depicts Harlow shirtless, standing with his arms crossed in an alleyway beside trash cans in the Highlands neighborhood of Louisville, Kentucky with a slightly washed-out filter. A noticeable hoop is attached to a garage behind him.
The album is titled after Harlow's given first name, Jackman. It arrived just a month ahead of his acting debut in a 2023 adaption of White Men Can't Jump.
Performed By:
Jack HarlowThe album is titled after Harlow's given first name, Jackman. It arrived just a month ahead of his acting debut in a 2023 adaption of White Men Can't Jump.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Jack Harlow, BabeTruth, Boi-1da, Coop the Troop, DJ Dahi, FnZ, Gray Hawken, Goldy, Hollywood Cole, Jaysoul, Mario Luciano, Mike Wavvs, Niko, Rashad Thomas, shy!!!, Wallis Lane, 808charmer
Released: April 28th, 2023
Year: 2023