歌手:Jack Harlow
专辑:《Come Home The Kids Miss You》

作词 : Darryl Clemons/Jack Harlow/Jose Velazquez/Nathan Ward II/Rogét Chahayed
作曲 : Darryl Clemons/Jack Harlow/Jose Velazquez/Nathan Ward II/Rogét Chahayed
My pet peave is a camera in my face
Have you ever heard of personal space?
I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades
But now they start to recognize the shades
Even if you hate me you would trade
You would live this life too 'cause I got it made
I like my bed made, soon enough I have a maid
When I buy a house, every surface gon' be swade
But for now I got a [?] downstairs
All my neighbors are grey haired
They don't recognize me and I don't think they care
But my post-mates can't believe that I stay here (**** 'em)
I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair
Visit my old teachers and tell them to take care
I might take a whip instead of paying the plane fair
I still remember the way there
Ain't no girl in my hometown I can't have now
Buy a buliding in cash, ain't putting half down
The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now
Yeah, they ****in' with Jack now
Look how they act now
Look how they act now
Look how they act now
Look how they act now
They ****in' with Jack now, they ****in' with

Baby, I'm comin' home, I know the kids miss me
I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey
I spent the last twelve months locked in
But tonight I'm content with existing
2015 we was on the Pen Griffey
I wonder what he had but the shoes didn't fit me
Now the city with me and I got the kids listening
And I'm a smooth operator by insticts
Word to Sade walkin' down Broadway
Like hey, with the windows down, I'm on broadway
And it was just a day ago like the damn
Now I'm at my grandparents letting my grandpa say what he wants to say
'Cause nowadays I'm in the paper once a day
And it ain't always positive it's a bunch of things
But **** it mane I done graduated from younger days
And if I ain't runnin' things soon I'll be running things
I'm an artist mane
You just make fun of things
I'm the artist man y'all don't know what to say
This album is a museum
So please don't touch a thing
It's okay to give me props
Don't make it such a pain
It's okay to give me top
Don't make it such a thing
Don't get offended
If we met and I set "What your name"
I be flying around the country for 300 days
But I ain't bout to justify how i justify the fame
**** the fame
From the jump we ain't be cut the same
I got so much but I still think about what's unobtained
Never been the type for wanting things
I want power (I want power)
I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour
I want my dogs to know that this shit is ours
I want respect, I don't want flowers
I know they gon' quote this, the flow don't make no sense, the pocket is potent
It used to be potential but now it's some grown shit
Damn that boy floating he treat them beats like it's oceans
All these people wanna greet like we old friends
I ain't holding back, tell the media to hold this
I know I said I miss you but I secretly don't miss
I got stories and I'm bringing 'em home with me