Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Returns, artist - NF.
Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
Returns |
What is perfect? |
Not me |
I’ve been overworkin' for weeks |
I go home then purchase some things |
That I know will not fill my needs |
Have a dose of what I’ve achieved |
Then get lonesome and I critique |
Who I am and what I believe |
Make up standards too high to reach |
Untrained animal off the leash |
I’m in panic, but yet relieved |
Brought your hammock to hang with me? |
Grab a hatchet, cut down your tree |
Like a mannequin that can speak |
What I have in store is unique |
I just mop the floors with MCs |
I can’t stop until things are clean |
I’m an amateur’s what you think |
So you stand there in disbelief |
'Til I dislocate both your feet |
That’s what happens, you step to me |
Not too graphic, but not PG |
Lots of action in every scene |
I’m kidnapping all of your dreams |
Hold 'em hostage and watch 'em scream (Ahh!) |
Rap aside, I am what I advertise |
Don’t matter how you put it, we live, then we have to die |
You might hate it, but you can’t deny |
See, everything that I’ve been doing got me lookin' like a mastermind |
It’s so vain, but I vandalize that I do what you fantasizin' |
Took a vision of my dreams |
And then found a better way that I can make it |
I’ve been looking, think I’m really 'bout to maximize it (Agh!) |
These bullets form in my mind and come out my mouth and (Pow, pow, pow) |
For anyone out there doubting or acting mouthy (Watch, watch, watch) |
Forget what you heard about me, I’ve been astounding (Got, got, got) |
Something for you thinking you might run circles 'round me |
Yeah, ain’t this all I ever wanted? |
That’s a fact, no, that’s a lie, no |
I’m confused, yeah, I got problems |
What’s the use? |
Yeah, let’s be honest |
Screws are loose, I need 'em tightened |
Not amused, yeah, look what I did |
Brought you something, hope you like it |
So precise, the flow the nicest |
So productive, stop your whining |
Back in style like I was vinyl |
I make songs and they go viral |
Something’s off if I go idle |
«Been so long,» yeah, okay, I know |
Take your shoes off, you’re in my home |
You got fans, but not like I do, yeah (I do, I do) |
Thankful, I try to be, can’t contain what’s inside of me |
They don’t like this side of me 'cause I lack in compliancy |
I question what I can see if you’re not playing my CD |
No expiring, I’ll decide when I think it’s my time to leave (Woo) |
Yeah, 'cause they won’t retire me, it inspires me to be inspiring |
When I’m low I feel like I’m spiraling |
Pushin' forward, look, I can’t ignore it |
There ain’t no I in team, but drop the T and A |
Sometimes, if I’m bein' honest, feels like it’s only me |
No defeat, notably, better have it right if you’re quoting me |
Write my name on your hit list, it might be the last time you wrote something |
Rip that cocky smile right off your face for thinking you’re close to me |
Grab a can of gasoline, light it all over your self-esteem |
Selfishly watching y’all helplessly pretend you’re on my planet |
Shoot you out of the sky like you’re punchlines, you are not landin' |
Gun jammin', reach in your mouth and rip out your tongue after tongue |
Lashings, I hand 'em out like pamphlets in church, Pastor |
Show up to my funeral wearin' all black, and what’s happenin'? |
I look around and wonder, «Where my fans at?» |
Oh Lord, they know me so well, they know I’m not in that casket |
Trash bag is prolly buried somewhere full of my ashes |
My music’s superb, playin' with words, play with my nerves |
They gon' have a list of issues long as my shirts |
Very absurd, very disturbed |
Stare at the Earth like, «This is not the place I was birthed» |
I’m generic, you sure? |
Oh, they think I’m very reserved |
'Til I open up on the beat like on my Therapy work |
I don’t care what you heard, real scary, carry the verse |
While I’m wearin' my merch, stompin' on your arrogant turf |
Sit back and observe, nah, I like to actually work |
This life’s so unpredictable, it just keeps pitching me curves |
I take a swing, I hate the things that make me feel like I’m dirt |
I’ve patiently been waitin', please, I think it’s time for my turn |
My expertise are melodies, they talk to me when I’m hurt |
Just let me be, eventually someday they’ll see what I’m worth |
I cross my I’s and dot my T’s, it makes no sense, but I’ve learned |
Normal to you is not to me, the outcast finally returns (Returns, returns) |