"OLD FASHION" lyrics
maari, Wahid & Anteneh Lyrics
[maari:]
I drove to hell and back to lose my mind
I crossed my T's and dot my eyes
I swear I've died 1,000 times — ego death by suicide
I worked myself down to the bone
To find out nothing's set in stone
So pick a side, it's do or die
They gon' have me crucified
I'm fuckin' eatin'
Stomach bitchin'
I'm on the highway sippin' Aquafina
We bangin' Screw Tapes, nigga
This ain't no fuckin' Yeezy
Sittin' sideways
Violatin' your pledge of allegiance
FUCK YOUR "LAND OF THE FREEDOM"
I was covered in gold, mindstate of a demon
Money will make you a monster — have you screamin' for Jesus
Believe me, they come around
Better watch the way you speakin'
They say that talk is cheap as fuck
Until you meet the reaper
Bitch, I'm off my rocker — who you thought it is?
They love the way I do my dance
And how I talk my shit
I'm from the North Side
By that Dairy Queen and that Shopping Bag
I hope that rent paid
'Cause them landlords stay on your ass
But you don't know I'm in my bag tho
Why you talkin' to me if it ain't about that cash?
Dip fast — 150 on the dashboard
Hol' up...
Pockets swoll'd up
Me and my soldiers
Ridin' round solo in a stolen Ford Focus, screamin':
Who dat is?
Where you stay?
You need validation if you ridin' round my way
Hol' up—
Who dat is?
Where you been?
You need validation if you come around my ends
Who dat is?
Where you stay?
You need validation if you ridin' round my way
Hol' up—
I'm screamin'
Who dat is?
Where you been?
You need validation if you come around my ends
[Wahid:]
My baby, she want...
Prada in a gift bag
Break her off like Kit-Kat with a mask on me
Spend a rack on get-back
Just to laugh at death
Peelin' me to the bone till there's nothing left
Don't step in the dressing room
I left my garments revealed
It'll tell ya the story
'Bout how I covered up my fears with strawberry-colored flesh wounds
Some was self-inflicted
Some, it came from you
Sentiments up to V in this heaux
But if I blow (Abloh) a bag on Louis (Louie) tag
Will I see a wonderful world?
Prolly not, woe
But until the trumpet rang for Armageddon
I'ma rock this Wang
Like I'm in a fashion show or at festival
Shorty done up like it's Coachella
Face full of make-up
Nasal full of coke
And no one gave a cotton-pickin' fuck about her OD'ing
Just wanted semen to feed her slow
Itty-bitty ego left us executed
Shit muted
Voices funnel in earlobe
Tell me —
Get to them new kicks
To replace the J's I caught the body with just last Tuesday
This is a new day
Spooky, spooky...
Oh, what gene? A cloth
Ring around my finger — shit, it's more like a noose that prepared my fall
And tell me what it cost?
That same G-niggas used to wrap the body
Thought it could amount to life lost?
Wrong
I drove to hell and back to lose my mind
I crossed my T's and dot my eyes
I swear I've died 1,000 times — ego death by suicide
I worked myself down to the bone
To find out nothing's set in stone
So pick a side, it's do or die
They gon' have me crucified
I'm fuckin' eatin'
Stomach bitchin'
I'm on the highway sippin' Aquafina
We bangin' Screw Tapes, nigga
This ain't no fuckin' Yeezy
Sittin' sideways
Violatin' your pledge of allegiance
FUCK YOUR "LAND OF THE FREEDOM"
I was covered in gold, mindstate of a demon
Money will make you a monster — have you screamin' for Jesus
Believe me, they come around
Better watch the way you speakin'
They say that talk is cheap as fuck
Until you meet the reaper
Bitch, I'm off my rocker — who you thought it is?
They love the way I do my dance
And how I talk my shit
I'm from the North Side
By that Dairy Queen and that Shopping Bag
I hope that rent paid
'Cause them landlords stay on your ass
But you don't know I'm in my bag tho
Why you talkin' to me if it ain't about that cash?
Dip fast — 150 on the dashboard
Hol' up...
Pockets swoll'd up
Me and my soldiers
Ridin' round solo in a stolen Ford Focus, screamin':
Who dat is?
Where you stay?
You need validation if you ridin' round my way
Hol' up—
Who dat is?
Where you been?
You need validation if you come around my ends
Who dat is?
Where you stay?
You need validation if you ridin' round my way
Hol' up—
I'm screamin'
Who dat is?
Where you been?
You need validation if you come around my ends
[Wahid:]
My baby, she want...
Prada in a gift bag
Break her off like Kit-Kat with a mask on me
Spend a rack on get-back
Just to laugh at death
Peelin' me to the bone till there's nothing left
Don't step in the dressing room
I left my garments revealed
It'll tell ya the story
'Bout how I covered up my fears with strawberry-colored flesh wounds
Some was self-inflicted
Some, it came from you
Sentiments up to V in this heaux
But if I blow (Abloh) a bag on Louis (Louie) tag
Will I see a wonderful world?
Prolly not, woe
But until the trumpet rang for Armageddon
I'ma rock this Wang
Like I'm in a fashion show or at festival
Shorty done up like it's Coachella
Face full of make-up
Nasal full of coke
And no one gave a cotton-pickin' fuck about her OD'ing
Just wanted semen to feed her slow
Itty-bitty ego left us executed
Shit muted
Voices funnel in earlobe
Tell me —
Get to them new kicks
To replace the J's I caught the body with just last Tuesday
This is a new day
Spooky, spooky...
Oh, what gene? A cloth
Ring around my finger — shit, it's more like a noose that prepared my fall
And tell me what it cost?
That same G-niggas used to wrap the body
Thought it could amount to life lost?
Wrong
