Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warm Up, artist - NF.
Date of issue: 06.10.2016
Song language: English
Warm Up |
Yeah |
Something for the fans |
Yeah |
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to feel at home |
I’m the type to rent a hotel room just to be alone (yeah) |
I got an issue with people pretending they like what they don’t |
Please don’t bring up my issues unless you gon' deal with your own |
Please don’t try to pretend like you keep it real, though |
Yeah it’s funny that you got a lotta money |
But that money doesn’t buy you skills, though |
I don’t care if I am on the billboards |
On a killing spree, I’m about to kill more |
Got a chain on you paid a mill' for |
I mean what you people even live for? |
I write raps, you steal yours, oh Lord (haha) |
We just getting warmed up |
Yeah, I said I was coming, I warned you |
So close to the fans |
I feel like they ride on my tour bus |
You wanna know what I do in my downtime? |
They come to my fortress |
I apologize for all the corpses |
It’s a mess right now |
But I haven’t had time to put the rappers in the coffins |
We ain’t talked in like six years |
Why you writing me now? |
I just turned 100k down |
Just to keep the brand looking right, now (that's real) |
I ain’t bragging about the money |
I’m just saying I ain’t controlled by the bank account |
Or the bank amounts |
I’m a business man |
But don’t touch my money |
I don’t play around, woo! |
Lights out when the mic’s out |
About to hit the West Coast |
Hype crowds |
I just put a record out |
What you think I’m gonna pipe down? |
Nah, I’ve been looking for a beat |
Look what I found, woo! |
I mean everything is coming out of my mouth |
Tried to tell me, yeah, I ain’t had the right sound |
Oh yeah? |
Well |
Tell me what you think now |
Two records in the bag, I ain’t done though |
What’s coming next year? |
Let me hear the drum roll |
Don’t flow |
Anybody wanna be the one to make an issue out of nothing? |
Imma hit you with my iPhone |
I know |
I’m a little out of hand now |
I ain’t looking for a handout |
You ain’t like what I was doing last year |
Which is funny 'cause you lookin' like a fan now |
Are you a fan now? |
I kinda miss being broke |
Now let me go back to my old days |
When I used to walk into high school |
And hand out my CD in hallways |
I told all my teachers that I’d be a rapper |
They smiled and looked at me, «Okay, that’s a pretty nice dream, |
but you better get a real job.» |
Mmm, no way |
Yeah, I live what you dreamin' |
I could do this while I’m sleepin' |
I ain’t the type that will bring up your name for nothing |
But please, don’t give me a reason |
I’m on the edge now, I ain’t playin' with you |
Never really been a fan of takin' pictures |
I’m just being honest, yeah, I’ll take it with you |
Shows sellin' out, better get your tickets, oh Lord! |
I got a love for the fans |
I can’t express what it feels like |
Sometimes I wonder if it’s even real life |
Sometimes I look at the past and think about how I got here in the first place |
You know the glove is my birthplace |
I don’t wanna be rude |
But I could get you on my worst days |
Say nothing for me |
Do it all the time |
Yeah they barely workin' while I’m workin' overtime |
Last year they like, «Who am I?» |
Now this year they like, «You the guy.» |
Here’s a little something for your car rides |
If they said I fell off, they all lied |
Yeah, you know the logo |
Better recognize |
Yeah, it’s Real Music 'til the day we die |
Yah! |