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Over Under
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Rap
Over Under è stato pubblicato il 3 giugno 2014 da Strange Famous Records come parte dell'album Copper Gone
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Data di uscita3 giugno 2014
EtichettaStrange Famous Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM70

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sage Francis
Sage Francis
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sage Francis Publishing
Sage Francis Publishing
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sage Francis
Sage Francis
Engineer
Alias
Alias
Mixing Engineer
Daddy Kev
Daddy Kev
Mastering Engineer

Testi

You get over me
You get over me
You get over me
You, you
Baby girl, I done been over myself
Out of myself
Over the counter and under the shelf
Into the wild while hiding my wealth
You ain't really gotta tell me to do nothing else
Hurl insults to me like that shit helps
Got a malleable muscle in my chest
Yes it breaks, it heals, it freezes, it melts
It sees itself in the worst of lights
And it curses the day that I learned to write
The guys are all, "Do you even lift bro?"
Shit no I don't, girls are like, "Ew, he drive a Prius
He saving money, he's hoarding cash
Who does he think he is?
What's the point of living if you can't ball and flash?"
Balderdash, even more than half of them broads don't have a passport
I'm a citizen of the world, girl
I couldn't take you there if you asked for it
Oh I know, get over myself
All you see is me holding myself
What you don't see is an OG oak tree
Protecting the forest like nobody else
I pop that lumberjack then in his beard
Had a grow a bigger one by the end of the year
Let it get so long I could fuck it, after that I'll let you cut it
Yeah, I'm over myself
So much that I'm just looking down on myself
As I watch everybody try to bad talk pride
And they constantly strive to be proud of themselves
Follow the beat of another conundrum
Get out of the heat, rent a cottage in London
I'm on a retreat and I'm under the assumption
No matter where I go there I am
Middle Earth excursion, head to New Zealand
Shoot for the stars and I'm breaking the ceiling
Center of the universe, can't shake the feeling
No matter where I go there I am
Honey I've been over myself
Out of myself
Extra extra large rocker sexy socks with garter belts
You ain't really gots to tell me nothing
You already said it
You ain't really gots to say nathin'
God damn broken record
Oh I know, I know, I let myself go
I simply slipped through my own pathetic grip
Could never really get a firm grasp on my true inner glow
But tell me the truth, are you more pissed that I let go of you?
Cause it was overdue
In person your life don't look nearly as
Well put together as all your photos do
And that's okay, but eventually
Since you pushed me, since you pressed me
Fuck your non-stop toxic drama carpetbagging, fuck yourself
Oh I'm the pig, you tried to strangle me in a blanket though
You're a GMO seed agreed in my organic
Garden wanting my resources to make it grow
Hell no, it's a courtesy call back, let the pilot fly
I'll be your emergency contact if you'll be my ride or die
Gotta swallow the pride and then follow the footsteps
Out of my mind, I'm not out of the woods yet
Trying to find a location that's good yet
No matter where I go there I am
Over myself
Out of myself
Over the counter and under the shelf
Into the wild while hiding my wealth
You ain't really gotta tell me to do nothing else
(You ain't really gotta tell me to do nothing else)
(You ain't really gotta tell me to do nothing else)
Cause I've heard it all before from a
Sharper tongue with a lot more scorn
Performing self flagellation with
Improper form until the copper's gone
Over myself
Out of myself
Extra extra large
Written by: Sage Francis
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