Oh Well

This dude is a fake and a liar
Walk in a room (Ooh, chill bro), oh
It’s Aha man
Cool
Hol' on
I walk in a room and it smell like jealousy
I should have known to never give back, but that’s fine 'cause I’m not a charity
Thought I was dead, but I’m back that’s why I don’t react when someone try to
bury me
How do you act, when you know for a fact that the love isn’t real,
you don’t care for me?
A lot of you weird to me
I cannot hear what they tellin' me, I just can’t buy what they sellin' me
I’d rather use my own recipe
Why would I look back at things behind me?
I don’t even care 'bout who’s ahead of me
All of your jokin' is stole for comparison, and I keep it quiet and they call
me arrogant
Hmm, oh well
I guess I might as well let 'em have it then
I was being good but now I’m bad again
In New Orleans stuntin' like my Dad again
Got on black like they had the rabbit end
Life a trip, I suggest strapping in
Saw the truth of what was really happening
Told myself that I would never rap again, oh well
2020 what a year
A lotta people that I love didn’t make it here
Lotta things really made me shed tears
Made me feel pain I never thought I’d feel, oh
They say they full of faith, but I see fear
Y’all should not fall for their appearance
I know they’d be hatin', why they cheering?
When I step I shift the atmosphere
I go where I want, I don’t need clearance
I got more than talk for interference
They think it happen fast, now they furious
I know they only try me 'cause they curious
They look at me and they see perseverance
They see a life they know they can’t experience
They lack the courage like a lonely
Call 'em up and tell them what you want
I just want some bass up in my trunk
I just want to love 'em when I’m sober
The same way I love them when I’m drunk
When I hugged her, I smelled like a skunk
She looked at me and know I want the same
I forgot the reason why I came
I been trying to block out all this pain, man
I walk in a room and it smell like jealousy
I should have known to never give back, but that’s fine 'cause I’m not a charity
Thought I was dead, but I’m back that’s why I don’t react when someone try to
bury me
How do you act, when you know for a fact that the love isn’t real,
you don’t care for me?
A lot of you weird to me
I cannot hear what they tellin' me, I just can’t buy what they sellin' me
I’d rather use my own recipe
Why would I look back at things behind me?
I don’t even care 'bout who’s ahead of me
All of your jokin' is stole for comparison, and I keep it quiet and they call
me arrogant
Hmm, oh well
I guess I might as well let 'em have it then
I was being good but now I’m bad again
In New Orleans stuntin' like my Dad again
Got on black like they had the rabbit end
Life a trip, I suggest strapping in
Saw the truth of what was really happening
Told myself that I would never rap again, oh well