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State Fair

25.299Hip-Hop/Rap2022

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State Fair è stato pubblicato il 6 maggio 2022 da Generation Now/Atlantic come parte dell'album Come Home The Kids Miss You

AlbumCome Home The Kids Miss You

Released6 maggio 2022

EtichettaGeneration Now/Atlantic

LinguaEnglish

BPM95

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[Verse 1]

My pet peeve is a camera in my face

Have you ever heard of personal space?

I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades

But now they starting to recognize the shades

Even if you hate me, you would trade

You would live this life too 'cause I got it made

I like my bed made, soon enough, I'll have a maid

When I buy a house, every surface gon' be suede

But for now, I got a concierge downstairs

All my neighbors are gray-haired

They don't recognize me and I don't think they care

But my Postmates can't believe that I stay here (Fuck)

I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair

Visit my old teachers and tell 'em to take care

I might take a whip instead of paying the plane fare

I still remember the way there

Ain't a girl in my hometown I can't have now

Buy a building in cash, ain't puttin' half down

The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now

Yeah, they fuckin' with Jack now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

They fuckin' with Jack now, they fuckin' with—

[Verse 2]

Baby, I'm coming home, I know the kids miss me

I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey

I spent the last twelve months locked in

But tonight, I'm content with existing

2015, we was on that Pen Griffey

I wanted what he had, but the shoes didn't fit me

Now the city with me and I got the kids listening

And I'm a smooth operator by instinct

Word to Sade, walking round broad day

Like hey, with the windows down, I'm on Broadway

And it was just a day ago, I was in Daygo like the damn Padres

Now I'm at my grandparents' letting my grandpa say

What he wants to say

'Cause nowadays, I'm in the paper once a day

And it ain't always positive, it's a bunch of things

But fuck it, man, I done graduated from younger days

And if I ain't running things, soon I'll be running things

I'm an artist, man, you just make fun of things

I'm the hardest, man, y'all don't know what to say

This album's a museum, so please don't touch a thing

It's okay to give me props, don't make it such a pain

It's okay to give me top, don't make it such a thing

Don't get offended if we met and I say, "Whatcha name?"

I been flying round the country for three hundred days

But I ain't 'bout to justify how I adjust to fame

Fuck the fame, from the jump, we ain't been cut the same

I got so much, but I still think about what's unobtained

Never been the type for wanting things

I want power (I want power)

I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour

I want my dogs to know that this shit is ours

I want respect, I don't want flowers

I know they gon' quote this

The flow don't make no sense, the pocket is potent

It used to be potential, but now it's some grown shit

Damn, that boy floating, he treat them beats like they oceans

All these people wanna greet like we old friends

I ain't holding back, tell the media, "Hold this"

I know I said I miss you, but I secretly don't miss

I got stories and I'm bringing 'em home with me

Written by: Darryl Clemons, Jack Harlow, Jose Velazquez, Nathan Ward II, Rogét Chahayed

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