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state fair - jack harlow lyrics

my pet peeve is a camera in my face
have you ever heard of personal sp*ce?
i walk around town in a hoodie and some shades
but now they startin’ to recognize the shades
even if you hate me, you would trade
you would live this life too ’cause i got it made
i like my bed made, soon enough, i’ll have a maid
when i buy a house, every surface gon’ be suede
but for now, i got a concierge downstairs
all my neighbors are gray*haired
they don’t recognize me and i don’t think they care
but my postmates can’t believe that i stay here (f*ck)
i wanna go back to kentucky and shut down the state fair
visit my old teachers and tell ’em to take care
i might take a whip instead of payin’ the plane fare
i still remember the way there
ain’t a girl in my hometown i can’t have now
buy a building in cash, ain’t puttin’ half down
the hate used to get to me, i just laugh now
yeah, they f*ckin’ with jack now
look how they act now
look how they act now
look how they act now
look how they act now
they f*ckin’ with jack now, they f*ckin’ with*

mmm, pshh

baby, i’m comin’ home, i know the kids miss me
i need some time with my friends to sip whiskey
i spent the last twelve months locked in
but tonight, i’m content with existing
2015, we was on that pen griffey
i wanted what he had, but the shoes didn’t fit me
now the city with me and i got the kids listening
and i’m a smooth operator by instinct
word to sade, walkin’ ’round broad day
like hey, with the windows down, i’m on broadway
and it was just a day ago, i was in daygo like the d*mn padres
now i’m at my grandparents’ lettin’ my grandpa say
what he wants to say
’cause nowadays, i’m in the paper once a day
and it ain’t always positive, it’s a bunch of things
but f*ck it, man, i done graduated from younger days
and if i ain’t runnin’ things, soon, i’ll be runnin’ things
i’m an artist, man, you just make fun of things
i’m the hardest, man, y’all don’t know what to say
this album’s a museum, so please don’t touch a thing
it’s okay to give me props, don’t make it such a pain
it’s okay to give me top, don’t make it such a thing
don’t get offended if we met and i say: what’s your name?
i been flyin’ ’round the country for three hundred days
but i ain’t ’bout to justify how i adjust to fame
f*ck the fame, from the jump, we ain’t been cut the same
i got so much, but i still think about what’s un0btained
never been the type for wantin’ things
i want power (i want power)
i want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour
i want my dogs to know that this sh*t is ours
i want respect, i don’t want flowers
i know they gon’ quote this
the flow don’t make no sense, the pocket is potent
it used to be potential, but now it’s some grown sh*t
d*mn, that boy floatin’, he treat them beats like they oceans
all these people wanna greet like we old friends
i ain’t holdin’ back, tell the media: hold this
i know i said i miss you, but i secretly don’t miss
i got stories and i’m bringin’ ’em home with me

(gangsta)

- jack harlow lyrics

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