"Huckleberry" lyrics
Yeah
Split the Adderall in half to do the paper
Professor get impressed, the boy is a genius, Lucy Dacus
It's dandruff in the taper fade and shame behind the fader that
They can't see me, 'less I'm like Houdini and I play escaper
Too many rupees on the table, said my manager
He don't got internet
He don't know my race card, make this game way more challenging
Y'all can't handle it
'Less I sang my country anthem, my diaspora got my candle lit
Cancel me on 4K camera
Corporate interests don't want hang us
Fuck it, dog
Let's make a hundred and double that
Let's make a thousand and double that
Let's make a million and double that
'Cause I wanna get higher
I'm burning attire
We could've plateaued
I wanna get higher
Look where I came from, baby
Still got the post stamps on me
They want just put up my flag
And do some pole dance on it
Like why don't you rep your nation
While people throw that money?
Y'all won't monetize my plight
Can't put no romance on it
This just me thumbing rap, it get bloody l like it's whiplash
Run it back like it's pig Latin or the ham-cam on a dick bag
Paint the box that they put me in, it's a mixed bag, but if it's that
It's tricked out like it's all designer but it's mismatched (And the wrist flash)
Motherfuckers all got advice for me like you should do this and that shit
Like I haven't thought of it, I'm every chick on the Bachelor that didn't make it
I guess that I'm matchless, y'all cannot marry me, nah
I had to handle reality, say fuck a salary, go get my therapy on
I don't owe nobody nothing, y'all gotta pay me, I don't run a charity, dog
Let's make a hundred and double that
Let's make a thousand and double that
Let's make a million and double that
I wanna get higher
I'm burning attire
We could've plateaued
I wanna get higher
Split the Adderall in half to do the paper
Professor get impressed, the boy is a genius, Lucy Dacus
It's dandruff in the taper fade and shame behind the fader that
They can't see me, 'less I'm like Houdini and I play escaper
Too many rupees on the table, said my manager
He don't got internet
He don't know my race card, make this game way more challenging
Y'all can't handle it
'Less I sang my country anthem, my diaspora got my candle lit
Cancel me on 4K camera
Corporate interests don't want hang us
Fuck it, dog
Let's make a hundred and double that
Let's make a thousand and double that
Let's make a million and double that
'Cause I wanna get higher
I'm burning attire
We could've plateaued
I wanna get higher
Look where I came from, baby
Still got the post stamps on me
They want just put up my flag
And do some pole dance on it
Like why don't you rep your nation
While people throw that money?
Y'all won't monetize my plight
Can't put no romance on it
This just me thumbing rap, it get bloody l like it's whiplash
Run it back like it's pig Latin or the ham-cam on a dick bag
Paint the box that they put me in, it's a mixed bag, but if it's that
It's tricked out like it's all designer but it's mismatched (And the wrist flash)
Motherfuckers all got advice for me like you should do this and that shit
Like I haven't thought of it, I'm every chick on the Bachelor that didn't make it
I guess that I'm matchless, y'all cannot marry me, nah
I had to handle reality, say fuck a salary, go get my therapy on
I don't owe nobody nothing, y'all gotta pay me, I don't run a charity, dog
Let's make a hundred and double that
Let's make a thousand and double that
Let's make a million and double that
I wanna get higher
I'm burning attire
We could've plateaued
I wanna get higher
