Over Under

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You get over me
 You get over me
 You get over me
 You, you
 Babygirl I done been over myself (out of myself)
 Over the counter and under the shelf
 Into the wild-wild hidin' wealth
 You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else
 Hurled insults to me like that shit helps
 Got a malleable muscle in my chest
 Yes it breaks (it heals) it freezes (it melts)
 It sees itself in the worst of light
 And it curses the day that I learned to write
 The guys are all "Do you even lift bro?"
 Shit no I don't, girls are like "Ew
 He drive a Prius, he saving money, he's hoarding cash
 Who does he think he is?
 What's the point of living if you can't ball and flash?" (Balderdash!)
 Even more than half of them broads don't have a passport
 I'm a citizen of the world, girl, I couldn't take you there if you asked for it
 Oh I know, get over myself, all you see is me holding myself
 What you don't see is an OG oak tree protecting the forest like nobody else
 I pop that lumberjack dead in his beard, had a gold digger won by the end of the year
 I litigated so long then say,"fuck it", after that I'll let you cut it
 Shyeah, I'm over myself so much that I'm just looking down on myself
 As I watch everybody try to bad talk pride
 And they constantly strive to be proud of themselves
 Follow the beat of another conundrum
 Get out of the heat, rent a cottage in London
 I'm on a retreat and I'm under the assumption
 No matter where I go there I am
 Middle-earth excursion, head to New Zealand
 Shoot for the stars and I'm breaking the ceiling
 Center of the Universe, can't shake the feeling no matter where I go there I am
 Honey I been over myself, out of my self
 Extra extra large, rocking sexy socks with garter belts
 You ain't really gots to tell me nothing (you already said)
 You ain't really gots to say Nathan (god damn broken record)
 Oh I know, I know I let myself go
 I simply slipped through my own pathetic crib
 Can never really get a firm grasp of my true inner glow
 But tell me the truth, you're more pissed that I let go of you cause it was overdue
 In person your life don't look nearly as well put together as all your photos do
 But that's ok but eventually, since you push me, since you press me
 Fuck your non-stop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, fuck your selfie
 Oh I'm the pig, you're trying to strangle me in a blanket though
 You're a GMO seed of breed in my organic garden
 Wanting my resources to make it grow (oh hell no)
 It's a courtesy call-back, let the pilot fly
 I'll be your emergency contact if you'll be my ride or die
 Could've followed the pride and then follow the footsteps
 Out of my mind I'm not out of the woods yet
 I'm trying to find a location that's good yet
 No matter where I go there I am
 Over the counter and under the shelf
 Into the wild-wild hidin wealth
 You ain't really got to tell me to do nothing else
 Cause I've heard it all before from a sharper tongue with a lot more scorn
 Performing self flagellation with improper form until the copper's gone
 (Over myself, out of myself)
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Duration
02:48
Key
5
Tempo
140 BPM

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