Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oak, artist - Terrell MorrisDate of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oak |
| Yeah |
| One of a kind |
| I’m, nothing like them don’t you block up my lines |
| Telling me who I sound like and who you think that I fall in line — with |
| Pay you no mind |
| I can’t afford it, my money my time |
| I don’t have much of it I spend it wise |
| But it’s nice to know that I’m all on your mind |
| You’re not on mine, no that’s not just a rhyme |
| You are not on my mind |
| You’re not in my shoes, we are not the same size |
| Your prescription do not match up with mines |
| You cannot see through my eyes |
| You don’t know if these are lies |
| And you just don’t get it, I’m not in your business |
| Bitch stay out of mine |
| Stay from my people and stay from places |
| Just stay on your side |
| Stay from my sequel, you stuck in my prequel |
| Don’t fuck up my vibe |
| Don’t you start playin offside |
| Don’t make the ting an on sight |
| Don’t you start blingin my line |
| That mean one thing in my mind and I don’t want that thing from your kind |
| No |
| They tryna get wit us before we go reachin our prime |
| No |
| No compromising won’t listen to reason or rhyme |
| I cannot see what’s outside |
| Don’t know the season outside |
| I tend to leave who’s outside |
| Fuck your opinion |
| Good luck wit your people, just keep out my life |
| HOOK |
| Stupid stranger |
| Juvenile |
| Dumb delinquent |
| Overlookin, underthinkin |
| I don’t fuck wit you, no not at all |
| If they fuck wit you I’m not involved |
| Still don’t fuck wit you, you just a |
| Waste of water |
| Easy target |
| Future fuck up |
| Run in the road and use your luck up |
| We don’t fuck wit you, no not at all |
| Still don’t fuck wit you, no not at all |
| We was chillin in the parking lot |
| I don’t drive it’s the lot outside |
| I don’t even got a parking spot |
| But its more about a space than a spot |
| Where the niggas just spark it, yaap |
| Outside my apartment, yaap |
| Ain’t nobody tryna start shit |
| ‘less Dre wanna get his ass knocked talkin shit about my chick again |
| Liftin the spliff to my lip as I think about my chick again |
| Rye with the ice |
| It feel nice but don’t make me no wiser, I’m lit |
| I got the fire you dim |
| Misfit delinquent do limericks in rhythm |
| They like what I bring |
| I put my life in this thing |
| I give you life when I sing |
| Don’t trust the hype that they bring |
| Cool wit the coolest among us |
| I know the truest among us |
| You should be used to the others |
| I’m not your usual brother |
| I’m an unusual number |
| Song that I sing is a tune from the gutters |
| Truth is I grew from the gutters |
| Rules they was useless among us |
| Coolin among us |
| You ain’t with no one I know |
| How you get into my section |
| You just been bummin my brews |
| You ain’t bring nuttin to smoke |
| You never put in no dough |
| I saw you cut up some coke, offer your hoe |
| Who brought they mans to the function |
| Why he been feelin so bold |
| HOOK |
| We won’t fuck wit you, you just a… |