O.T.P. - Jeremy Limpright: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Jeremy Limpright

O.T.P.

Hip-Hop/Rap

O.T.P. was released on April 17, 2026 by A Jeremy Limpright Production. Under Tiffany and Terrance Entertainment as a part of the album One Trick Pony

Song Details

AlbumOne Trick Pony

Release DateApril 17, 2026

LabelA Jeremy Limpright Production. Under Tiffany and Terrance Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM119

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jeremy Limpright

Jeremy Limpright

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jeremy Limpright

Jeremy Limpright

Songwriter

Tyler Jansen

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Jeremy Limpright

Jeremy Limpright

Producer

Lyrics

Some call it greed

Others call it destiny

Tune into the sound, you'll get the best of me

Yeah, you'll get the best of me

I ain't Madonna

I ain't Pink Floyd

I ain't Nirvana, Jamiroquai

I ain't paranoid

I'm not asleep

I'm barely awake

Some call it greed

I call it destiny

To my Nonno and Nonna, I hope that you rest in peace

The love in the air don't taste the same

We never wrote down all your recipes

I got bugs under my skin

I feel like the Beatles, yeah, let it be

Weight of Citrus on my back

I find it's hard to breathe

I can't step forward, nor back

I'm just here, I can't up and leave

If seeing is believing

Close your eyes and tell me, what do you grieve

I got some tricks up my sleeve

But I'm too naive to present

Too distant to retrieve that my presence is a present

I have yet to receive

Despite my love for the game, it feels like a disease

I run it through a field of roses

This life, I let it bleed

I'm not asleep

I'm barely awake

Some call it greed

Others call it destiny

Tune into the sound, you'll get the best of me

Yeah, you'll get the best of me

I ain't Madonna

I ain't Pink Floyd

I ain't Nirvana, Jamiroquai

I ain't paranoid

I'm not asleep

I'm barely awake

Say something funny

I regret too

Say something stupid

I repent you

What else can I present

Without a bow

This bag the cat went

And ripped through

Say something funny

Or I'll cut you

Tensions in the room high

The puddles here are wet too

Steppin over bodies

Selfish is a skill

Not a hobby

Wipe the puff and swell out your eyes

I can see you're sobbing

I never write fast, I think that it's dumb

I body the Parallel, while chewing up Gum

Back to the Pedal while Aiming my gun

Trick after trick, I'm channeling the sun

Don't space out (I'm barely awake)

I ran my course, but I ain't race yet

Why waste my time when I can pace it

Why take accountability

Who really likes to face it

This music is a two-faced bitch

Don't be hasty, don't be eager

Don't be anything, don't be neither

Get the fuck out here, I don't need you

Jeremy calm down, you ain't a Marley or a heavenly

But I'll kill this shit to the 10th degree, calling it cute

Stuck in your box, your cubital cube

Funeral to cubicle, that's a life with no view

But I'm trying my best to finesse, just like Pepé Le Pew

And set up a kingdom, blinding of beauty

You should come check out my view

Look from perspective, read between message

One Trick Pony, but these stables are restless

Can't pull the reins, can't control weather

Can't control pain, but I manage what's better

Each word to me is a scramble of letters

And nothing has meaning, but never say never

One man's trash is another man's treasure

But what if you're both

Does it it even out lesser?

Two for one deal, soul and my pleasure

Two peas in a pod, birds of a feather

I'm wishing them luck on future endeavors

Knock on the wood, just for safe measure

Some call it greed

Others call it the destiny

Tune into the sound, you'll get the best of me

I think you know, I know something

I think, I know you go bluffing

I think you know, I know something

I think, I know you go bluffing

I think you know, I know we know

They know, he knows, she know, we feel you slow

I think you know, I know something

I think you know that you're bluffing

I treat my girl as a gem

What other to do to win

Again and again and again and again

The wrong answer is foley, solely

Reduce your tone around me

Because I'm the one and only

Somewhat holy, but devilish to a degree

Singin' holy moly, low-key as a plead

For help, okie dokie, I'm asking what's health

And you need a blue shell cause you stuck up in 12th

My whole discography's a whole show and tell

USB cracked up with a flow you couldn't spell

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, well

Your energy is backdrop

Nothing to me is serious

I'm curious why you mirror us

Does that mean me delirious

Need me a hand, call the man with the iron mysterious

I know this shit's Citrus cause I'm motherfucking killing it

I think you know, I know something

I think, I know you go bluffing

I think you know, I know something

I think, I know you go bluffing

I think you know, I know something

I think, I know you go bluffing

I think you know, I know something

I think, I know you go bluffing

Written by: Jeremy Limpright, Tyler Jansen

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