Lyrics:
to me on the Internet
All of the negative comments that random people be posting on my wall
My fans go yab your destiny till you deactivate your account
my nigga, let me ask this question
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan (one two, one two)
Uh when shit hit the fan
Gonna hear electric music (what you gon' hear?)
Gonna hear electric music (what you gon' hear?)
Gonna hear electric music, solid walls of sound
oscillating
If I act like I don't care, I stay safe from failing
But I
Drive 90 miles an hour just to not be stuck between
Leave the fan on when you leave my
for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One
feeling it flip
I-I'm dissociating, oscillating
Lifting off like elevator
Doors closing catch you later
Great glass ceiling-breaker
Sedate my heart,
Off the wall
Off the wall
Off the wall
Off the wall
Off the wall
Off the wall
Gotta run in the vault
Breaking the protocol
I'm the man after all
You
Yo it's LarryBoy, and my cucumber's ready
Going steady, getting heady, and you know I'm getting head-e
Like Jon Snow but my fans don't fall asleep
I'm trapped and my back's up against the wall
I see no solution or exit out
I'm grinding it out, no one can see
The pressure's growing
I'm trapped and my back's up against the wall
I see no solution or exit out
I'm grinding it out, no one can see
The pressure's growing
and waiting
And the rope is oscillating
He'll get such a banging, banging
Followed by a hanging, hanging
Here am I, up on high
On the house, keeping
out ya hands
Do it for the city and we do it for the fans
To ball like Wall, boy, you gotta do the dance
Everybody do the John Wall, John Wall
I'm trapped and my back's up against the wall
I see no solution or exit out
I'm grinding it out, no one can see
The pressure's growing
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
it'd all be grey
But your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad
It's not so bad
Dear Mr. I'm Too Good To Call Or Write My Fans
Fans get up out ya seat
The buzzer goes off
Lawwd plz
John wall too clutch
Like me
I want it all, I want it all
Ima ball like John Wall
I want it all,
This is for my fans, this is for my fans, yeah
This is for my fans, this is for my fans, this is for my fans
This is for my fans, yeah, this is for
jail, my back turned to the wall
Fannin' that thing was the cause of it all
So fan it, fan it, gotta fan it and cool it
Honey till the cows come home
probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan
I even got the underground stuff that you did with Skam
I got a room full of your posters and your
on the wall
Now it's like we got it all
See me Just Navigate See me Just Navigate
See me Just Navigate See me Just Navigate
See me just Navigating thru
your presence everywhere
I'll be just standing around and your scent comes at me
Out of nowhere
I see your face on the wall in the magazine too
Next
your presence everywhere
I'll be just standing around and your scent comes at me
Out of nowhere
I see your face on the wall in the magazine too
Next
their ballet of oscillating electric fans
Scarcely whisking the blood-viscous air
I turn my back on them and round the corner onto Hall Street
And ahead
West
We'll put all our shit in the driveway and take what we can get
An old toaster, a nice hat
An oscillating fan for your bedroom
Gimme three
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