One With The New Yorkers - Social Club Misfits, Amari, Wordsplayed

Yeah yeah

You see, come on, don’t lie to yourself like you could do this

You drink Smart Water, I drink smarter water

Your doors don’t do that

Your girl don’t do that

You’d be lying if you said they did

Come on man, it’s all imported, all of it

All of it

Found a wave, surfs up

Now Surf 'n Turf got served up

My VS, they swerved up

I see skrrts, I skrrts’d up

My quarter-to-five on the five

Animals style on the fries

Keeping my eyes on the prize

Only the strongest survive

Only the richest decide

Yeah, what’s the golden rule?

Cuban links, I never ever stop

Uh, and if you think life hard

You’ve probably never seen a hard top

Now you asking what this coup worth

Now you asking where my roof went

Tryna tell me to lighten up

But couldn’t see through the black tints

Oh no

I don’t have too many friends

I’d rather stick with the fam

I don’t care if you are famous

I’m married to my best friend

They don’t like me though

Why do I need them to like me though?

I’m finally happy with who I’m becoming

It’s well with my soul

I know, I know what I don’t know

Yeah yeah

I see the truth in the lies

I see behind the disguise

I think they live for the likes

But they ain’t got nothing in sight

What do you want from a life?

I will not put up a fight

Whatever you need, I got you

Just give me a time and a place

When you see me just know

I’m still the man with a smile on my face

Hands in the air

I shouldn’t be here

This is all grace

How did this happen to me?

How did this happen to me?

How did this happen to me?

I recorded this on a computer that uses Windows '98

Hey make sure you wear pants that fit you

I wake every day and I open my phone to see how many likes I got on my

recordings

My friends, they don’t know I’ve been sleeping on couch to the floor to the

couch to the floor

Hop in my dad’s whip, put gas to the floor

Just to skrrt off from reality

Misfit, the family

People think I care about comments and likes

And TBH man I think they might be right

Yeah, I got some problems, yeah, yeah

My momma think that I lost it, yeah

All of my exes Hispanic, yeah

Now I think I should know salsa, yeah

I just wanna make all of the hits, yeah

And Barry Bonds with the hits, yeah

God got my back like a bullet-proof vest

I gone be the best, yeah the best

Yeah, nothing less, yeah

I don’t have too many friends

I’d rather stick with the fam

I don’t care if you are famous

I’m married to my best friend

They don’t like me though

Why do I need them to like me though?

I’m finally happy with who I’m becoming

It’s well with my soul

I know, I know what I don’t know

Yeah

I see the truth in the lies

I see behind the disguise

I think they live for the likes

But they ain’t got nothing in sight

What do you want from my life?

I will not put up a fight