Top Songs By Harvinth Skin
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Harvinth Skin
Vocals
Yung Raja
Vocals
Fariz Jabba
Vocals
FlightSch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harvinth Skin
Songwriter
Yung Raja
Songwriter
Fariz Jabba
Songwriter
FlightSch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
FlightSch
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ok, ah
Thambi raja fresher than a bowl of grapes
Close the case, the beat's in a coma stage
Came for gold and plats, boy I roll with greats
It's more than fate, I put my own arm and leg
Did my own, I mirror my style since young
Turn a song to a sambavam, keep it sagajum
Your girl thinks I’m her pokkisham
So I gave her what she wants no thayakkam
[Verse 2]
Podu that thaalam girl, podu that thaalam, aye
She wanna feed me that palam, aye
Ok da ok da Machi, aye, this is for all of my kachi, aye
Bought it, this and that
I check in ritz with cats
Hella chips from Raps
I'm all about my biz
I don't pay no man no mind, when it's comes to rhyme
You missing that
[Chorus]
Woke up, I ain't got a job
Ok
Don't know what day of the week
Ok
Drop a new hit with the squad
Ok
Do it and go back to sleep
Ok
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
[Chorus]
Woke up, I aint got a job
Ok
Don't know what day of the week
Ok
Drop a new hit with the squad
Ok
Do it, and go back to sleep
Ok
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
[Verse 3]
You don’t really want this beef, my chief, my dude
My crew will murder you
They don’t really understand the plan, my man
The game and what you do
They don’t really like the mission
Any little thing that’s far from different
Thinkin' like Thanos is beyond they vision
Got infinite dreams, that’s beyond division
[Verse 4]
O’s in the back now get it
Chillin' in the club with the girls now get it
Drivin' in the coupe with the top down
Coppin' all the shoes out of stock now
No, not again, I won't explain, just stay yo lane
I will remain, a king, my name
Been a good minute since you fella's did yo thang
I do my own, I own the game, I’m hall of fame
[Chorus]
Woke up, I ain't got a job
Ok
Don't know what day of the week
Ok
Drop a new hit with the squad
Ok
Do it, and go back to sleep
Ok
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
[Verse 5]
Oh my god another feature now
I’m on a different track, I’m running for the crown
I’m counting all my cheques to make my mama proud
The rest of y’all are in it only for the clout
Now don’t pretend you didn’t hear it from the net
A couple thousand views is all that you can get
But some of y’all be stopping when you’re outta breath
I’m only stopping this when I am near to death
[Verse 6]
Run it back boy, don't lari
Throwing three shots, no curry
Who wanna test? Nobody
You want a track with no money
Haters say they want the realest, I can give 'em nothing but a poker face
Now I'm chilling with the killers, taking pictures steady holding up a case
[Chorus]
Woke up, I ain't got a job
Ok
Don't know what day of the week
Ok
Drop a new hit with the squad
Ok
Do it, and go back to sleep
Ok
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
[Chorus]
Woke up, I ain't got a job
Ok
Don't know what day of the week
Ok
Drop a new hit with the squad
Ok
Do it, and go back to sleep
Ok
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
Ok dah? Ok dah! Ok dah? Ok dah!
Ok dah ? Ok dah! Go to sleep
Written by: Fariz Jabba, FlightSch, Harvinth Skin, Yung Raja