Tax (feat. King Havana & Lil Figurative)
IDK Young J.
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W.A. Man, this shit is too easy Shout-out Havana Feel like my mind functioning differently (it is) Counter intuition like searching for serendipity (don't be stupid) Serving my ability, I've never been the one for rigidity That's why the boy potential infinity I dare someone to test my divinity (I dare you) If I'm sending shots at anybody then you know that they Kennedy I tell the doubters stay on that side for the symmetry So even when they hate I know that some of 'em feeling me (I swear to God) I mean it literally, understand? Penny for your thoughts, but mine cost you a hundred grand Thought I was progressing, I was doing the running man Had my mama stressing so I moved to another plan She's proud of her son again Competing with myself, why they surprised that I won again? Wasn't cooking right until I tried with another pan Then they hear the lines and their reaction is come again (come again?) All of my exes have spun again (it's true) So forgive me if I don't believe I was the problem, my lord That's why I never bother locking the door Beef with me is something most can't afford I swear my pen is mightier than the sword Could end your favorite rapper now if I'm bored I'm in a moment where I'm hard to ignore, so what you slumbering for? I'm rainmaking, what you thundering for? It's game changing how I double the score He had heart, now he's under the floor, man what you struggling for? This shit is easy (hahaha) Y'all got me laughing at the music you drop I'm never high but I ain't new to the top And I ain't losing the spot You not competing nigga, we invited you to be mocked The only time you'll have an audience is whenever your eulogy drops I give a f*ck about the jewels that he rocks Ain't nobody on my level and I'm praying that the lunacy stops The boy is stupidly hot (get that shit outta here nigga) Ugh, look I wrote these words over fresh pupusas and Spanish cola (ugh) This my perspective it's time that I put some shit in order (yeah) It's come to my attention that these leaders lacking morals And the holes inside their character could trigger trypophobia The hardest lessons learned from those who claimed to speak to God (I hate it) My open hands had stemmed from hopefulness in that regard (ugh) My psyche torn apart (yeah); my body full of scars (yeah) A healing arc is hardly for the faint of heart, I played my part I played the role they gave me and I always came up worse for wear Mistakes had cost me even more than I had feared, a sad affair, ugh Turning selfish and neglect the ones that helped you to your station (yeah) That's the type of shit that turns your homies into haters It's ironic back in school that everybody knew you sweet (yeah) Now we all grown up you tryna tell us that you street, huh Look why you lying through your teeth, why you putting on an act? Do you really live the life that you portraying in your raps (nah) Would you leave your life behind you at the dropping of a hat? (Nah I don't think I like that) Screwtape poetry (ugh), these are the devilish flows supposedly The angel on my shoulder telling me what I'm supposed to be The devil on my left told me to take whatever's owed to me Blood on both my hands I took my innocence for granted Mud in all my stanzas, no atonement from the pastor (nah) Slowly seeing growth from all these seeds that I had planted (uh-huh) My wingspan surpassing my capacity to travel (yeah) (I like that better) Argue with my girl like I ain't scared to be alone (I am) Told her she could leave like she don't know it's all a ploy (she do) She's storming out to roll another blunt to heal her soul I'm storming out to find another girl to fill the void, aaaah She boutta beat my ass and shit, please excuse my Freudian slip I'm proletarian driven like pushing Bolshevik whips I said don't kiss and make up, I promise all these hoes tell (they do) It's hard to stay resentful when my heart said "oh well" (ugh) It's hard to doubt these awful feelings that my heart had felt Wearing RIP tees singing fond farewells (King)
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Written by: Nathan Hernandez, Ifechukwu Agbasi
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