Testo Still Him - Merkules
Testo della canzone Still Him (Merkules), tratta dall'album Still Him - Single
Yeah, ayo, turn me up
Took a lil' bit of a break
I was told I'm not supposed to do that though
Still here, still hungry
Some things will never change
Still him
(C-Lance)
Look
Just take a look at all these pictures I painted
I kept it real for so long that I don't think I could fake it
You made the same song a hundred times
That shit is outdated
I make the type of shit you turn up
Just to piss off the neighbors
I'm sayin'
And I know that you thought you caught me slippin'
I'm avoidin' all distractions, I'm just out here tryna get it
If you can't stand the heat, then get the fuck up out the kitchen
You claim that I'm delusional
But I'm just optimistic, listen
You mimicking the mainstream, I'm out hеre tryna do Cole
'Cause I put all the work in, and you thought I found a loophole
Don't measure my success by no Grammy or a Juno
I'm just happy that my family doesn't have to use no coupons
That's a lot for y'all to chew on
So savor the flavor
I'm makin' it major
Just breathe in and take in the vapors
Oh, you call that shit a world tour?
I say it's vacation
So if I'm happy, and I'm healthy, then I basically made it
I'm sayin', it's Merk
Aren't in my phone unless it's gonna benefit me
My music, or my family, you feel me?
Can't nobody do it like I
They can clip my wings
But I'm still gon' fly (still fly)
Can't stop, can't lose, still, win (still win)
Still hungry, still here, still him (still him)
Can't nobody do it like I
They can clip my wings
But I'm still gon' fly (still fly)
Can't stop, can't lose, still win (still win)
Still hungry, still here, still him (still him)
I heard they lookin' for participation trophies
Get your girl out my comments
With the kissy face emoji
Lots of labels at the table
But they really can't control me
I'd rather be myself
And have to get this paper slowly
Homie, I don't wanna be a slave to the trade (uh-uh)
Made a career off bein' honest
'Cause y'all made me this way (facts)
So if you feel some type of way
Then say it straight to my face (right here)
Been runnin' shit for so long
I wound up breaking my legs
Ouch
Bitch, I better have insurance for that
'Cause I've been carryin' my city
And it's hurtin' my back
If you put me beside a goat
I bet we'd perfectly match
Now all my friends that I lost
Have turned to permanent tats
Yeah, so all I care about is makin' 'em proud
No fake shit allowed
There's nothin' you can say to me, pal
I've been pacin' around anxiously
Just waitin', and now
It's my turn and I'm takin' the crown
Play with me, baow!
Everybody just takes, takes, takes
'Til it's nothin' left to give
And then you're the bad guy
What's that all about?
Can't nobody do it like I
They can clip my wings
But I'm still gon' fly (still fly)
Can't stop, can't lose, still win (still win)
Still hungry, still here, still him (still him)
Can't nobody do it like I
They can clip my wings
But I'm still gon' fly (still fly)
Can't stop, can't lose, still win (still win)
Still hungry, still here, still him (still him)
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Lanciani, Cole Stevenson, Nathan Down
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