Testo Think They Know - Trevor Jackson

Testo della canzone Think They Know (Trevor Jackson), tratta dall'album Rough Drafts, Pt. 1

Why everybody think they know something
My whole life they been told me to slow up
But I got a couple chicks tryna get inside the
And they ain't got no clothes on, yeah yeah
Once I hit the gas, know that shit'll bang
And you ain't gotta worry got a full tank
Them other niggas sweet just like some cool-aid
I'm coming for the world I'm bout to rule it
I can't do nothing now without them sayin shit
So I just put the splif to my lips while she shake her hips
Then I said why they keep sayin I need a therapist
She said they don't understand you that's why I'm here for you
But how can I trust her
Are you just here because the house came with a butler
Are you an actress that's just looking for a come up
This the shit you worry about when you a number 1
Tryin'a get on
It look fun but this shit be overwhelming sometimes
I mean I don't take you for granted
But sometimes I be wondering, why
Why everybody think they know something
My whole life they been told me to grow up
But I got a couple chicks tryna get inside the vip
And they ain't got no clothes on, yeah yeah
Once I hit the gas, know that shit'll bang
And you ain't gotta worry got a full tank
Them other niggas sweet just like some cool-aid
I'm coming for the world I'm bout to rule it
I'm the stupidest, ruth-e-less, movie shootin, illusionist
Doin' music tattooing the melodies to your brain, uh
I'ma stick to it no matter how lost or confused I get
Cuz before you ruin it I'ma have to take back the game
And to all my exes
Do you remember when I asked you
Baby can you come
And we fell off in the bathroom
Then when they be asking
You just say we friends
But you all up in my house
And you trying to kiss my tattoo
Asking what they mean
Asking why I'm laying here with you
Isn't that enough that I'm laying here with you
You don't know what you're saying
Girl, you only saying that cuz you been drinking
Loving me ain't really what you think it is
Why everybody think they know something
My whole life they been told me to grow up
But I got a couple chicks tryna get inside the vip
And they ain't got no clothes on, yeah yeah
Once I hit the gas, know that shit'll bang
And you ain't gotta worry got a full tank
Them other niggas sweet just like some cool-aid
I'm coming for the world I'm bout to rule it
This world can be so cold and hot
Like a piece of ice dropped in a boiling pot
But I stay harder than a diamond
Cuz I swear my shit is timeless
Everyone ain't who they say they are
When you inside the ring like WrestleMania
This is my whole life and it's just fame to y'all



Credits
Writer(s): John Steven Mcgee, Jerren Spruill, Trevor Howard Lawrence Jackson
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