John Blair - How It Is (A.E.I.O.U.) (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Oh
It's Blizzy (aye)
Oh (ha)
I'ma tell it how it is, ain't about to front for ya
No, I ain't rich
Livin' with my momma, least I got no kids
Don't be fooled by Instagram, I really ain't sh**
I, wake up every mornin' do the same thing
Go back to sleep, ain't ready to start my day
Get up again, check my phone
Time to get the bag, gotta hit the studio
Hit 'em notes like
A-E-I-O
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
Oh yeah, what a beautiful day
Gonna take a flick and throw it up
My life is so great
The sun is shinin' on me, in this new Lambo
It ain't mine, won't hurt 'em if they can't know
They say Blizzy why you flexin' on 'em (aye)
Always with the flyest girls & be dressing awesome (yeah)
Seen you got that Louis V
It's Supreme, true indeed (true)
But ain't got a thing in my fridge to eat (what)
Well it might be empty but my wrist froze
Dripped though
Issa brand new Rollie, but it tick though
Wait, hold up, fall back, don't watch that
Can't let 'em know that I ain't got it like that (aye)
I'ma tell it how it is, ain't about to front for ya
No, I ain't rich (no, no, no)
Livin' with my momma, least I got no kids (yeah)
Don't be fooled by Instagram, I really ain't sh**
I, wake up every mornin' do the same thing
Go back to sleep, ain't ready to start my day (no)
Get up again, check my phone
Time to get the bag, gotta hit the studio
Hit 'em notes like
A-E-I-O
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
What's that, I'm on a yahct now
Had a little bit but I got a lot now
Look at me, I'm so cool
Look at this view, I'm blowing up like boom
All of these haters is mad
I think I'll go **** up a bag (facts)
Huh, maybe I'll borrow your chick
I'll think about giving her back
LOL JK, curve game on hall of fame
Ain't work this hard to stay the same, no
But somethin' don't feel right
How did I get here, is this all mine
Feel like I'm out of time
Woah, somethin' don't feel right
I said hold up (huh)
Then I woke up
Aw sh**
I'ma tell it how it is, ain't about to front for ya
No, I ain't rich (no, no)
Livin' with my momma, least I got no kids (zero)
Don't be fooled by Instagram, I really ain't sh**
I, wake up every mornin' do the same thing
Go back to sleep, ain't ready to start my day (no)
Get up again, check my phone
Time to get the bag, gotta hit the studio
Hit 'em notes like
A-E-I-O
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah
A (aye)
I
Ooh, ooh