| Bitch I’m from the 502 and I rep it to the fullest
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| Feeling like it wouldn’t hurt to step in front of bullets
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| I’m the man now you the type to Instagram pictures
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| With your hand up on the trigger but you never want to pull it
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| But yo, I’m not gettin' mixed up in that racket
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| It’s intimidating, I’m just trying to pick apart the madness
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| I’m just wondering where you kids are getting semi-automatics
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| Do your parents buy them for you just to give to ya’ll as presents
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| I’m just curious, but Ima get back to this rappin'
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| And talk about the fact I’m doing shit you can’t imagine
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| Ask your Mom about me homie
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| She been giving me that action
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| Had a thing ever since she used to pick me up from practice
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| But I’m done with asking questions
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| I’m usually pretty cautious but tonight I’m acting reckless
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| And I know the clock is ticking on my youth and adolescence
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| I feel like if I just blink it could be gone in half a second
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| So I, take advantage of these moments 'fore I lose them
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| And the mood to be rebellious even I know it’s stupid
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| I don’t know what’s on my mind right now
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| I’m hoping I don’t lose it
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| Just came up in this bitch to go and show you how I do it
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| If I want it then I got it what the Hell you gonna do
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| She told me that I’m handsome and I’m hella fucking cute
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| Know these fellas can’t believe it, but I’m telling y’all the truth
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| Take her so quick they gon' call that shit burglary
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| And I’m so finally handsome thought I got plastic surgery
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| Tell them take a pool of bleach
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| And have a shot glass of mercury
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| You wanna see me quit
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| You prolly gonna have to murder me but
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| Please don’t, I like living all this
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| Rhyme spinning gotta fellas mind spinning
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| Got ya girl up in my whip she wanna take a ride in it
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| Couple hours go by she asking, «What time is it?»
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| Uh, she said I’m nerdy but attractive and I’m charming
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| Yeah she liked 'fore she heard I was a rapper
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| This my life and I’m just living 'fore we turn to the next chapter
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| Scheming like a stallion steady lurking in the patches
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| Wishing that my first name coulda been Lorenzo
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| Mixtape dropped but I’m still getting friendzoned
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| Mixtape dropped but I still haven’t hit though
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| At this point I’m praying for some neck no lymph-nodes
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| Spit flow, get dough
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| That is the career path
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| Told them I’m a rapper, but they ain’t tryna hear that
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| Clear path to the destination I’ve been dreaming 'bout
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| If you got directions for me go ahead and leave them out
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| I’m trying to focus on what matters to me
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| I understand the value of a Masters degree
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| But that ain’t for me
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| Nah it just ain’t cool and just like everybody else
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| Man I hate school, this shit is wack
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| Every single day is like Hell for me
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| Sitting there for seven hours waiting for a bell to ring
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| Honestly it’s not like I’m not trying to learn
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| It’s that the school system’s killing my desire to learn
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| But I ain’t one to talk about taking action
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| Cause if I really cared I would make it happen
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| The less I fuck around then the more I know
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| But I refuse to buckle down for a 4.0
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| Cause I been looking but I haven’t found me any patience for
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| Anything that has to do with balancing equations or
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| Stoichiometry, Pythagoream theorem
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| I’m, looking at my teacher but don’t actually hear them
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| To be honest with you
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| I’ve been feeling like a misfit
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| I know my life passion and I really think I’m gifted
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| I know my teacher thinks that I must really be dipshit
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| I guess I got to show em what’s really realistic
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| Really realistic
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| Guess I got to show what’s really realistic
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| Bitch I’m from the 502
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| Reppin' to the fullest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Power Tools , by - Jack Harlow. Song from the album The Handsome Harlow EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп