Calm Down

Lyrics

My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair
 My last album, spent 52 weeks there
 Almost finished with the second, you should be scared
 Storms coming you should go inside and prepare
 No shortcuts there ain't no cheats there
 I brought the whole city out like a street fair, yeah
 And fuck it I'm the coldest white rapper in the game
 Since the one with the bleached hair
 Yeah, you love it when I talk shit
 I get around, yeah I'm on my 2Pac shit
 I kinda feel there's no girl I could not get
 I'm not found at the function if it's not lit
 Yeah, it's nothin' that no one can tell me
 I made it here dolo, nobody to help me
 From the Bay, birthplace of the hyphy
 So bitch come and say to my face you don't like me
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 It's like I'm always found where the troubles at
 Drinking brown shit now I'm off cup of that
 Your girl's on me, what's up with that?
 If I like her all this shit will really take it a double tap
 Having visions of fucking an A-list singer, Kardashian, or a Jenner
 But Ye's got Kim, Tyga swooped up Kylie
 So there's one left watch me go get her
 Yeah, they tell me calm down
 Fuck that I'm too lit can't calm down
 I'm so drunk right now I might fall down
 And I don't give a fuck how boring do y'all sound?
 Yeah, up and down on a Wednesday
 Then we do the same shit the next day
 The next star out the Bay is Eazy
 Yadadamean? for sure
 Yadadamean? for sheezy
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair
 My last album, spent 52 weeks there
 Almost finished with the second, you should be scared
 Storms coming you should go inside and prepare
 No shortcuts there ain't no cheats there
 I brought the whole city out like a street fair, yeah
 And fuck it I'm the coldest white rapper in the game
 Since the one with the bleached hair
 Yeah, you love it when I talk shit
 I get around, yeah I'm on my 2Pac shit
 I kinda feel there's no girl I could not get
 I'm not found at the function if it's not lit
 Yeah, it's nothin' that no one can tell me
 I made it here dolo, nobody to help me
 From the Bay, birthplace of the hyphy
 So bitch come and say to my face you don't like me
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 It's like I'm always found where the troubles at
 Drinking brown shit now I'm off cup of that
 Your girl's on me, what's up with that?
 If I like her all this shit will really take it a double tap
 Having visions of fucking an A-list singer, Kardashian, or a Jenner
 But Ye's got Kim, Tyga swooped up Kylie
 So there's one left watch me go get her
 Yeah, they tell me calm down
 Fuck that I'm too lit can't calm down
 I'm so drunk right now I might fall down
 And I don't give a fuck how boring do y'all sound?
 Yeah, up and down on a Wednesday
 Then we do the same shit the next day
 The next star out the Bay is Eazy
 Yadadamean? for sure
 Yadadamean? for sheezy
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair
 My last album, spent 52 weeks there
 Almost finished with the second, you should be scared
 Storms coming you should go inside and prepare
 No shortcuts there ain't no cheats there
 I brought the whole city out like a street fair, yeah
 And fuck it I'm the coldest white rapper in the game
 Since the one with the bleached hair
 Yeah, you love it when I talk shit
 I get around, yeah I'm on my 2Pac shit
 I kinda feel there's no girl I could not get
 I'm not found at the function if it's not lit
 Yeah, it's nothin' that no one can tell me
 I made it here dolo, nobody to help me
 From the Bay, birthplace of the hyphy
 So bitch come and say to my face you don't like me
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 It's like I'm always found where the troubles at
 Drinking brown shit now I'm off cup of that
 Your girl's on me, what's up with that?
 If I like her all this shit will really take it a double tap
 Having visions of fucking an A-list singer, Kardashian, or a Jenner
 But Ye's got Kim, Tyga swooped up Kylie
 So there's one left watch me go get her
 Yeah, they tell me calm down
 Fuck that I'm too lit can't calm down
 I'm so drunk right now I might fall down
 And I don't give a fuck how boring do y'all sound?
 Yeah, up and down on a Wednesday
 Then we do the same shit the next day
 The next star out the Bay is Eazy
 Yadadamean? for sure
 Yadadamean? for sheezy
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 My love is, working hard yadadamean?
 

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Duration
02:07
Key
11
Tempo
102 BPM

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