Tyler Herro

Lyrics

Yeah, the ones that hate me the most look just like me
 You tell me what that means
 Make a slick comment and see what that brings
 I seen it go down, we can reenact things
 Extreme like BMX'ing
 These boys pussy and they PMS'ing
 People in the city see the movement occurring
 And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene"
 Damn right, you wanna be in this scene
 She at the video tryna be in this scene
 Used to fantasize 'bout bein' this seen (seen)
 Bluegrass girl, but she got big dreams
 Can't touch me, I got instincts
 Locked in the house, but I'm plottin' things
 I brought a gang to the party with me
 Five white boys, but they not NSYNC (yeah, woo)
 Fuck what y'all think
 Fuck everything that you say about me
 My dawgs like to play Madden and 2K
 But one thing they 'on't do is play about me
 My homeboy Tyler, he play in South Beach
 He told me this summer he gon' fix my jumper
 I told Boi-1da that we might got a thumper
 I been tryna pop, now I'm on like Shumpert (yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Now they on my bumper
 Green room chock-full of all my comforts
 Hotel room like heaven on earth
 Got angels in my bed with some all white covers
 Ace Pro, Nemo, Lucci and Quiiso, Shloob, Clay, 2for
 And I got a few more, I call my brothers
 I got a lot of flows, and they all like butter, ooh (ah)
 You know what that means
 I came home nice, but I'm goin' back mean
 I'm 'bout to globe-trot when they know a vaccine
 Motherfuckers act lost, but they know exactly what's goin' on
 Made a mil' and I don't know what to blow it on
 I tell the critics, "Shut up", like my show is on
 Gave a t-shirt to her, said, "Throw it on"
 She one of many high school classmates I'm growin' on (growin' on, growin' on)
 My peers ain't poppin', they don't know what's goin' wrong
 Y'all well dressed, but you ain't got soul, and you just can't sew it on
 I'm tryna tell y'all boys, I got a few songs I could sell y'all boys
 I tried it back then, it was, "Hell nah, boy" (nah)
 Now I'm in a box like a Kellogg's toy (like a, like a, ooh)
 The ones that hate me the most look just like me (like me)
 You tell me what that means
 Make a slick comment and see what that brings
 I seen it go down, we can reenact things (let's do it)
 Extreme like BMX'ing
 These boys pussy and they PMS'ing (woo)
 People in the city see the movement occurring
 And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene" (that's right)
 Damn right, you wanna be in this scene
 She at the video tryna be in this scene (scene)
 Used to fantasize 'bout bein' this seen
 Bluegrass girl, but she got big dreams
 Can't touch me, I got instincts
 Locked in the house, but I'm plottin' things
 I brought a gang to the party with me
 Five white boys, but they not NSYNC
 (No, they not NSYNC, no, they not NSYNC)
 Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC
 Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC
 No, they not NSYNC, no-no
 No, they not NSYNC, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
 

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Duration
02:36
Key
5
Tempo
123 BPM

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