Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F.Y.I, artist - Mick Jenkins.
Date of issue: 20.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F.Y.I |
I’m a ghost, I’m a spirit |
Motherfucking appearence |
I’m just using these words |
To describe the colors I’m hearing |
And all the sounds that I’m seeing |
I need a pound of the tree |
And I get so lifted, the clouds looking pretty grounded to me |
And I treat this shit like a gift |
I randomly found in the street |
Took that same gift and re-gift it |
Pass it around, I don’t need it |
Scribble it down and repeat it |
Dribble around the arena |
80 points, 30 assists |
Cause bitch, I lift the whole team up |
You better act like you need us |
So yes, I’m raising my feet up |
I ain’t got shit for you to sleep on |
Dog, I ain’t no IKEA |
I live inside an idea |
I’m on that plane with Aaliyah |
I held the shotgun for Kurt |
I built the bomb for Korea |
I am the human duality |
Peep the good and the bad in me |
I don’t get why they mad at me |
But I think that it’s flattering |
None of this shit is mattering |
And my brains what I’m splattering |
Cross the page, just to refrain |
From all the pain that I’m battling |
My name means nothing |
I think my age means nothing |
I think my rage means nothing |
I think, we all crave substance |
I think the weed is all I need |
I use the dutches as crutches |
I’m living fuck your instructions |
I’m living fuck your instructions |
I’m livin- |
Fuck your instructions I’m livin' |
Big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Would you put it on ya' soul? |
Tell me where you tryna go |
Got a big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Guess I’m trash at origami cause my paper never fold |
Got a big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Would you put it on ya' soul? |
Tell me where you tryna go |
Got a big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Guess I’m trash at origami cause my paper never fold |
Tiramisu for breakfast |
Gucci fendi on my shoulders |
Smell the Folgers |
Started seein' the pyramid schemes all folding before me |
Like terrible shoppers |
I’m holding my horses |
The weight of it would tear open chakras not folding for morsels |
I can’t just pair with impostors and move with my soul |
When I paint nocturnal those forces |
No fashion my niggas all saints |
We passin' the dank |
In my glass is a Sauvignan Blanc |
Little gold flakes in my ash sweep the whole swank |
Tunnel vision, I’m a long way from Shawshank |
Watch the coupe crawl, know I came up out the crawlspace |
Curveball, I’m in y’all face |
It ain’t never had the clone don’t make that fake mistake |
I think the fame means nothing |
I think this game means nothing |
I think reality is see through in a change of perception |
I know the weed is all I need |
It’s either papers or nothing |
I’m livin', fuck your instructions |
I’m living fuck your instructions |
I’m livin- |
Big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Would you put it on ya' soul? |
Tell me where you tryna go |
Got a big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Guess I’m trash at origami cause my paper never fold |
Got a big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Would you put it on ya' soul? |
Tell me where you tryna go |
Got a big bank roll |
Tell me whatcha know |
Guess I’m trash at origami cause my paper never fold |