Askew Lyrics

I've been sitting down for far too many minutes

Think it's time I should stand

No I can't fuck with no lemon, ade

Put my money down on myself

A lucky seven, I reckon

Another second, my secondhand get paid

Uh, ay, what you gonna say

Like I give a fuck what you're gonna say little timmy

Super jealous of me like I'm hitting the witeral gwiddy

And I'm always on one like Gator's bitches wearing jimmies

What's wrong dog

You gotta have it all

A drop-top

Account don't overdraw

A fast car

A road without the law

A hot mom

Not Michael Rappaport

Life ain't fair baby girl so get used to it

Went back to college for some money, oh so studious

Four years ain't shit if you don't know what to do with it

I just spent like twenty grand we don't know who he is

I just spent like twenty grand we don't know

Now I've been running for a long time, flip the script

Giving what you get, you get what you giving

That tat for tit

Subliminal, cynical, hypocritical, stop capping shit

Man its hot as fuck

In this room that I'm in right now

Set the mood in this bitch right now

Tell Alexa set the room to light brown

They might say, oh lord

Then I say, oh no

Do the right thing, oh bore

Then I say

Put me head to head with the baddest of motherfuckers

You don't ever settle down and by then I know you're bluffing

Compare me to the goats

I'm Jimmy Neutron or McLovin

Overheat the room, I'm stuntin'

And busting up through your sub

I'm covered head to toe in hustling

Hell's Kitchen, I'll cook its bussin'

Catch me lacking, come on

I swear you're fumbling, come on

Your stomachs rumbling, I'm on

One I bet somethings gone wrong

I'll put my mattress on god

I'm matching anyone's song, ah