Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Just Like You, artist - Joyner Lucas. Album song 508-507-2209, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Just Like You |
I don’t wanna be nothin' like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
I don’t wanna be anything like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
Look, I don’t wanna be no fuck nigga |
I don’t wanna sell drugs, nigga |
I don’t ever wanna fuck mad hoes |
And then claim I can’t find love with 'em |
I don’t wanna be no super thug |
I don’t ever wanna get tripped up |
I don’t wanna get drunk and high |
And spend all my time in the strip club |
Look, I don’t wanna ever go to jail and shit |
Serve time and get bail and shit |
Be a bum and start stealing shit |
Fuck around and die and go to hell and shit |
Yo, I don’t wanna be jobless |
And I don’t wanna be heartless |
Run around, tryna start shit |
Pickin' fights, thinkin' I’m hot shit |
Yeah, I don’t wanna become vengeful |
And I ain’t into what you’re into |
Pray to God I don’t run into |
Someone just like you, my one issue |
Hope one day, that shit does hit you |
'Cause you so goddamn judgemental |
And I don’t wanna… look… |
I don’t wanna be nothin' like you |
I don’t wanna be anything like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
I don’t wanna be anything like you |
I don’t wanna be caught just like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
I don’t wanna be nothin' like you |
Uh, I don’t wanna be hopeless |
A pretty girl with no focus |
A single mom with like four kids |
Never had much, never owned shit |
And no school and no diplomas |
Dropped out and don’t know shit |
Steady sticking my nose in on your business |
Spreading rumors, uh |
I don’t wanna be chasing guys |
Half ratchet, half sanctified |
Giving all your friends lame advice |
Always going out, can’t stay inside, yeah |
I don’t wanna become trite |
Content with my fucked up life |
Little attitude, actin' uptight |
Never had a clue, but I love fights |
No, I don’t wanna smoke cancer sticks |
Going out every chance I get |
I love the truth but can’t handle it |
Tryna cover bruises with bandages |
But I hope one day, that shit does hit you |
Cause you so damn judgemental |
And I don’t want… |
I don’t wanna be nothin' like you |
I don’t wanna be anything like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
I don’t wanna be anything like you |
I don’t wanna be caught just like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
I don’t wanna be just like you |
I don’t wanna be nothin' like you |
I need someone to look up to |
A role model I can run to |
When I feel lost and I’m confused |
And I’m out of touch with my young roots |
I need confidence so that I can get |
And I love you and your common sense |
'Cause lately, I’ve been tryna live this thug life |
And I’m not convinced |
Look, I love how you handle your own |
Glad you are the king to your own castle |
You handle life when it’s thrown at you |
Never curl up, never faux fragile |
I need you to be here, regardless |
Teach me how to be there for my kids |
Show me how to be fearless often |
I need real guidance, I ain’t scared of options |
Because of you, I’ve got a clearer conscience |
Because of you, I’m not scared of monsters |
Because of you, I’m not afraid of failure |
When life was blurry, you made it clearer |
And God forbid, if you died now |
I know that I’d be well taken care of |
I know you’ll be there waiting for me |
I just wanna be just like you |
I wanna be anything like you |
I wanna be just like you |
Yo, what’s up, this is Joyner, I’m unable to take your call right now, |
leave me a brief message and I’ll get back to you, peace |
It’s really Valentine’s Day and I’m sitting here thinking I’m about to get a |
gift from this man but this man can’t even buy me a good dress because it’s |
fucking Tuesday. |
So why should I expect a gift on Valentine’s Day? |
And I’m here chewing on some fucking bubblegum waiting on some hard dick |
that’s probably in the next bitch right now. |
So you know what? |
I’ma go find me |
my own chocolate |