![]() I am vocal about my opinions and people pay attention to me. I shout it out, no doubt they had to listen I attempted to show a perfect life, but was told it is not realistic. I tried to paint a picture perfect life they told me that's a bad depiction We can be unique and interesting, even if what we are doing is not necessarily real or true. We can be novelties regardless if it's fact or fiction I am doing well in Hollywood and performing well, like someone who is studying very hard for a test. I'm going to Hollywood, hitting notes like a study guide The freedom I have is something Americans admire and try to achieve. This type of freedom make an American idolize ![]() My enemies are left high and dry, just like clothes left on a clothesline. To my foes I left on a clothesline, homie they high and dry These days are flying by, I'm waving hi and byeĭays are going by quickly and I am greeting and leaving them quickly. J.R Writer offers a word of warning to his competitors, letting them know they better tread carefully if they ever decide to come at him. ![]() The artist uses wordplay and metaphors throughout the song, bringing up the comparisons of American Idol, allergy, cast, prison, and golfing terms. He compares them to counterfeit silverware on dinner plates and states that they love the sound of being fake. Writer artistically attacks his doubters and fakers. He emphasizes his ability to multitask and be productive even when his mind is in the gutter.Īs the song progresses, J.R. ![]() Writer is determined to make his mark in the industry and claims that he could use a roadmap for his 'crazy' drive. Although he's allergic to making rash decisions, he still wants to show off his successes and bring attention to his influence. He is proud to take the initiative to create his own life and not adhere to any standard of perfection. Writer feels like he could become a novelty despite whether what he says is fact or fiction. He describes himself as being free while leaving his foes behind high and dry on a clothesline. Writer's song Dipset Air Freestyle, the rapper reflects on his current state of mind and how he deals with his enemies. Hop up in the ghost ridin' round, I'll pull up then I'll be gone I'm the new show in town, and I don't need no theme song They've been a fake, counterfeit, man they love the sound of itīars epileptic, they shake the game, and they changing like the season should They just wanna hear you so low like Justin Timberlakeīut if you're in sync, they'll come and knock you out of it These haters never wanna hear that you're high up On the green like a pair of cleats, I'm hearing the parakeets You talking but you talking the broad way, no Carolee I'm talking like therapy, I'm talking like I wanna give it up like it's charity I squash 'em no butternut, I bare 'em just barely My mind in the gutter but I pray that he's sparing me God is apparently at my side always there with me I'm swimming out of the deepest waters, you treading like you run in placeīut I've been shallow way before Callaway could even undertake I'm back to business like professors after summer break You just want my bright future, you don't want my dark past Now I pull the weight and they reppin' me, that's a hard pass Since I was in the art class, you elementary Then off ya, then write a rap on your toe tagĪnd now you're dead to me, I tell ya I've been honing my craft Homies want my lane and my lines, had to tow that 'Cause she'll be counting down the days 'til Thursday then she'll throwback My girl is looking like a whole snack, you know dat My drive is crazy like Tiger right off the bat when that hoe snapped ![]() My drive is crazy, I could use a road map My hat is missing, now I'm coming off the top and yelling "no cap" She got my back like a chiropractor with crack addictionīehind the bars you can barely see me like I'm wearing a mask in prisonĪint in my bracket, you NIT, I'm March Madness with it My life's a flick and I'm fixin' to go and cast a vixen ![]()
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