Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Qualified, artist - Sammus
Date of issue: 14.06.2017
Song language: English
Qualified |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
I’m staring into his eyes |
And he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever met |
Then my burdens arrive |
They’re killing my vibe |
Burning inside like a cigarette |
Figured that he will not want to be intimate |
I tell him sometimes I’m not into men |
He says, «That's okay |
You’re wonderful like a bouquet!» |
And then we climb into bed |
We hug and we kiss a lot |
And it hits the spot |
I tell him I love him |
He tell me he love me |
I tell him to get in my tummy |
I’m yelling «I'm cumming!» |
But it’s more than the sex—he claims that I’m great that I’m really amazing |
But a couple more days in, I dunno, will he still say the same thing? |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Hell if I know |
But I’m terrified you |
Will uncover my soul |
And I’ll run inside |
Then I’ll wanna hide |
Wonder what did I do? |
Wonder what did I do? |
Am I qualified? |
Check my qualifiers |
Like I’m Open Mike… but I’m hella tired |
In terms of my music things seem to be going okay but I’m not really sure |
Like what if I lose it? |
How will I know what I’m making is not some manure? |
I lock myself in peeking under the doors |
Yes I will admit that it’s tough to endure |
The feeling I might hit a ceiling |
Revealing that it won’t be long 'til the cracks start appearing |
I’m filling the holes like the backs of an earring |
'Til slowly it grows and the gaps is apparent |
My fans will stage a big a coup d’etat |
They’re chanting, they’re yelling, «Oh you a flop!» |
Then they chew me out like I’m food for thought |
I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Hell if I know |
But I’m terrified you |
Will uncover my soul |
And I’ll run inside |
Then I’ll wanna hide |
Wonder what did I do? |
Wonder what did I do? |
Why would I guess? |
What if the answer is yes? |
Then if they’re impressed |
Then why would I stress? |
'Cuz questioning keeps me depressed |
Reaching a deepening mess |
'Cuz weak is the flesh but flesh is what’s here though |
My soul’s an invisible hero |
When I need something real in my earholes |
'Cuz my positive feelings is zero |
And I feel like I’m 300 years old |
Got a weird cold and the fear folds |
Me in different dimensions |
I’m bigger than what I appear though |
If the beer’s cold |
Then I’m drinking it 'cuz it lets me hold |
When I’m thinking that different people |
Have been given the picks for the keyholes |
When we knowing that shit is ridiculous |
Dang! |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Am I qualified, qualified? |
Hell if I know |
But I’m terrified you |
Will uncover my soul |
And I’ll run inside |
Then I’ll wanna hide |
Wonder what did I do? |
Wonder what did I do? |