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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Noname
Noname
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fatimah Warner
Fatimah Warner
Songwriter
Chris Smith Jr.
Chris Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Tahj Malik Chandler
Tahj Malik Chandler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Neil
Michael Neil
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Lil' heatne in Heathrow
Blokes
[Verse 2]
Whiskey with the ting, got it bubblin'
I got trees in my luggage, I got tings out in London
Hope UK, what you say?
Fuck is you sayin'?
Ooh, when I say I been at the Ace Hotel
You gotta tell me somethin'
Fuck is you sayin'?
Oh, let me tell you, I been on the way
What you sayin'? I'm makin' runs
[Verse 3]
I'm roll on track, I'm in this field
I'm shot, you put me in my feels
She made it clap, clap, clappity, clap, clap out in Clapton
Swerve and I crash if the pillow ain't your passion
She think I'm a liar like the Obamacare
If the old never heard the soul country, so slick
Butter skin smooth acne shoes, contradict
You can hop right off of my country
[Verse 4]
Ting got it bubblin'
I got trees in my luggage, I got tings out in London
Hope UK, what you say?
Fuck is you sayin'?
Ooh, when I say I been at the Ace Hotel
You gotta tell me somethin'
Fuck is you sayin'?
Oh, let me tell you, I been on the way
What you sayin'? I'm makin' runs
[Verse 5]
Smino Grigi, Noname, and Saba, the best rappers
And radio **** sound like they wearin' adult diapers
And globalization scary and fuckin' is fantastic
And frankly I find it funny that Morgan is still actin'
Bruce Almighty, Aphrodite, and Dominoes
Yummy biscotti, tamale, over matchin' my undertones
Run into Dally, Chicago overzealous with talent though
Westside Get the Money is still a classic
[Verse 6]
Movin' to LA, now I'm sippin' on Sunny D
And my **** is hella pleased and I bought me a better pen
So a bitch, she ain't 'bout to write
I'm perpetually smokin' weed
If Smi rollin', I'm sorry, I'm tappin' out
Room 25, the best album that's comin' out
Labels got these **** just doin' it for the clout
I'm just writin' my darkest secrets like wait and just hear me out
Sayin' vegan food is delicious like wait and just hear me out
[Verse 7]
I ain't been at home in a minute, my landlord been gettin' pissed
'Cause I barely count as a tenant, I'm overseas with the yen and shit
And I can't recall the last time that my live shows was intimate
The price for the show just went up in addition the tickets did
They didn't figure it out in 2012 so I just said fuck it
'Cause we can drop all our albums ourselves, yeah, I just said fuck it
'Cause I know I got the gift like an elf
And been wrappin' raps around them like I'm a belt, ah
[Verse 8]
That's Ting not ginger beer, I whisper in their ear
Since I left the road, I got more hits than a deer
A dollar and a dream like I'm Jermaine in the Ville
You stand up or fall, pray, shout out to NFL
Purebred delicatessen, stand, I'm real, I can tell it
I do not fall to no pressure, cookin' up Barefoot Contessa
I just raise the bar, ay, look what I did with the measure
With little to no effort, I thought it gonna be messed up
Bless up
[Verse 9]
Whiskey with the ting, got it bubblin'
I got trees in my luggage, I got tings out in London
Hope UK, what you say?
Fuck is you sayin'?
Ooh, when I say I been at the Ace Hotel
You gotta tell me somethin'
Fuck is you sayin'?
Oh, let me tell you, I been on the way
What you sayin'? I'm makin' runs, ooh
Written by: Chris Smith Jr., Fatimah Warner, Michael Neil, Tahj Malik Chandler
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