クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodrick Thomas
Songwriter
Stevie Johnson
Songwriter
Angelo Estes
Songwriter
歌詞
Yeah!
View
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Aye!
Look - dippin' in my knick knack Cadillac
I could fuel a fleet of diesel engines with this half a sack
Ballin' till the season end and every season after that
Restricted arms extended and **** it ain't the cabbage patch
We don't dance no more
I want the masters and the publishing advanced bro-bro
View taught me 'bout the value of my IP
Realest **** ever like it's written on my ID
Soul is not for sale so you labels couldn't buy me
Middle-of-the-mall cologne jabronis wanna try me
Used to whip the soda like it owed me for the back end
Took it out the pot and let it rock to get it crackin'
Me and mines ballin' all-stars - peep the ballad, bro
Only time a **** care for Karats on a salad though
Me and you beefin' then prepare for a dinner date
Escargot, slugs fresh up out the nickel plate, ****…
Oh, Shit, bro!
****, you passin' the scalp to Thomas Who?
Like "What the fuck?" this **** got more rhymes that "Sesame Street," man
This shit y'all puttin' together, ****...
This shit is like "Blue Magic," "Blue Magical" Music, man
C'mon man! What's, What's next, View? What we gon' do?
Man, you think you heard Perennial, man – wait 'til you hear this "Timeless"
If you **** got a problem send the addy bro
I'm blowin' dirty hookah smoke outside the patio
Was in a diner with your baby mama playin' footsie
She got a thing for my "Harry met Sally" flow
I'm losin' weight and gainin' confidence
****, I was confident
You may just wanna hide ya chick
I'm the type to… nevermind, the Mrs. isn't wit it
You not allowed to witness greatness without her permission
Shoulder shruggin' through a field full of dimes
Came from a sordid past and it's still full of crimes
You the type to let it burn, and hand detectives a confession
I don't sing in front of judges, I just usher in a weapon
That's the difference in a **** and **** that really get it
Paid the cost to be the boss by depositin' good decisions
If it seems as though your actions fallin' short of your intentions
Keep your money out my mouth and
My name from your mentions, ****
"Timeless?" "Timeless," bro?
What the fuck is "Timeless?"
My **** – you actin' like this
What? Is somethin' better than this?
Somethin' better than "Perennial?"
Yeah, man!
"Timeless," man, it's on the way, bro
Oh, I don't think the people ready for that man
I don't know, bro
This shit right here, this shit right here, ****
Crack!
They better get ready, better get ready, better get ready!
Written by: Angelo Estes, Rodrick Thomas, Stevie Johnson