Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Over Under, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Copper Gone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Over Under |
You get over me |
You get over me |
You get over me |
You, you |
Babygirl I done been over myself (out of myself) |
Over the counter and under the shelf |
Into the wild-wild hidin' wealth |
You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else |
Hurled insults to me like that shit helps |
Got a malleable muscle in my chest |
Yes it breaks (it heals) it freezes (it melts) |
It sees itself in the worst of light |
And it curses the day that I learned to write |
The guys are all «Do you even lift bro?» |
Shit no I don’t, girls are like «Ew |
He drive a Prius, he saving money, he’s hoarding cash |
Who does he think he is? |
What’s the point of living if you can’t ball and flash?» |
(Balderdash!) |
Even more than half of them broads don’t have a passport |
I’m a citizen of the world, girl, I couldn’t take you there if you asked for it |
Oh I know, get over myself, all you see is me holding myself |
What you don’t see is an OG oak tree protecting the forest like nobody else |
I pop that lumberjack venemous beard, had a gold digger won by the end of the |
year |
I let it get so long I could fuck it, after that I’ll let you cut it |
Shyeah, I’m over myself so much that I’m just looking down on myself |
As I watch everybody try to bad talk pride |
And they constantly strive to be proud of themselves |
Follow the beat of another conundrum |
Get out of the heat, rent a cottage in London |
I’m on a retreat and I’m under the assumption |
No matter where I go there I am |
Middle-earth excursion, head to New Zealand |
Shoot for the stars and I’m breaking the ceiling |
Center of the Universe, can’t shake the feeling no matter where I go there I am |
Honey I been over myself, out of my self |
Extra extra large, rocking sexy socks with garter belts |
You ain’t really gots to tell me nothing (you already said) |
You ain’t really gots to say Nathan (god damn broken record) |
Oh I know, I know I let myself go |
I simply slipped through my own pathetic crib |
Can never really get a firm grasp of my true inner glow |
But tell me the truth, you’re more pissed that I let go of you cause it was |
overdue |
In person your life don’t look nearly as well put together as all your photos do |
But that’s ok but eventually, since you push me, since you press me |
Fuck your non-stop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, fuck your selfie |
Oh I’m the pig, you’re trying to strangle me in a blanket though |
You’re a GMO seed of breed in my organic garden |
Wanting my resources to make it grow (oh hell no) |
It’s a courtesy call-back, let the pilot fly |
I’ll be your emergency contact if you’ll be my ride or die |
Could’ve followed the pride and then follow the footsteps |
Out of my mind I’m not out of the woods yet |
I’m trying to find a location that’s good yet |
No matter where I go there I am |
Over the counter and under the shelf |
Into the wild-wild hidin wealth |
You ain’t really got to tell me to do nothing else |
Cause I’ve heard it all before from a sharper tongue with a lot more scorn |
Performing self flagellation with improper form until the copper’s gone |
(Over myself, out of myself) |
(Extra extra large) |