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SMFWU from Timeflies Warning Signs EP released in October of 2013.
I do not own the rights to this music.
YouTube channel : youtube.com/user/TImeflies4850
Facebook : facebook.com/timeflies
iTunes : itunes.apple.com/us/artist/timeflies
Official site : timefliesmusic.com
Twitter: twitter.com/timeflies
Cal's Twitter: twitter.com/whatupcal
Rez's Twitter: twitter.com/robresnick
Instagram: timefliesmusic
Lyrics:
So what up?
Aha!
Motha fucka, what up?
(Verse)
'Fore we was anything,
'Fore you could see us
Before we was electric,
Well that was pre-us (Prius)
Before we ever dreamt it,
Hell, its nothing to dream up
'Cause let's be honest,
You did ever think that
This could ever be us, uh.
Now watch me shaking hands,
On the carpet, in demands
Sliding hard right,
Like you seeing me on tinder, and
I'm wild for the night,
Got no plans on getting free
You were Instagraming you,
And now you Instagraming me.
(Hook)
See me walk up in the room,
I'm the same mother fucker.
What up?
(I'm the same mother fucker)
And if you're talkin' to the crew,
Better know you ain't fuckin' wit us
(You ain't fuckin' wit us)
Did it all on our own,
They kept telling us no.
But now they open up the doors
Wherever we go.
And now we walk up in the room
And they say, "mother fuckers,
What up?"
(And they say, "mother fuckers")
(Verse)
I sing about a pop song,
I rap a rock song
I sing a club banger,
Make them panties drop song
I'm show time,
I keep it poppin' like some popcorn
Now watch me getting money
Like a motherfuckin "dot-com"
This just how you know
When you see me in your city
It's like everywhere I go,
Everybody fuckin' wit me
Yes, I'm on top of my game,
They all chanting my name
But I told you if you know me
Then you know I never change
(Hook)
See me walk up in the room,
I'm the same motherfucker what up?
(I'm the same motherfucker)
And if you're talkin' to the crew,
Better know you ain't fuckin' wit us
(You ain't fuckin' wit us)
Did it all on our own, they kept telling us no.
But now they open up the doors wherever we go.
And now we walk up in the room
And they say motherfuckers what up?
(And they say motherfuckers)
(Verse)
It's like I'm still the kid
In the back of the Ford Tauruses
Waving at some drivers
While they scream their favorite choruses
Now fast forward,
My song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for?
Well, fuck it, man, of course it is
I just needed a mic
And a stage I could play on
This life's my playground,
I'm Harold with a crayon,
Uh, now how the drought so cold, no shrinkage
No sizes limit on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better-uh,
Dominate like Fetera
But if you don't like my lyrics
Send a letter to the editor
His address is "Fuck You"
Street name is "Deal Wit It"
Make sure you tramp stamp
It so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout?
'Cause every show I sell out
I hang around with fans
'Til they tell me to get the hell out
Middle finger to the haters,
Tell 'em shut up.
So if you feel that,
Let me hear you say what up!
(Hook)
See me walk up in the room,
I'm the same motherfucker what up?
(I'm the same motherfucker)
And if you're talkin' to the crew,
Better know you ain't fuckin' wit us
(You ain't fuckin' wit us)
Did it all on our own, they kept telling us no.
But now they open up the doors wherever we go.
And now we walk up in the room
And they say motherfuckers what up?
(And they say motherfuckers)
SMFWU from Timeflies Warning Signs EP released in October of 2013.
I do not own the rights to this music.
YouTube channel : youtube.com/user/TImeflies4850
Facebook : facebook.com/timeflies
iTunes : itunes.apple.com/us/artist/timeflies
Official site : timefliesmusic.com
Twitter: twitter.com/timeflies
Cal's Twitter: twitter.com/whatupcal
Rez's Twitter: twitter.com/robresnick
Instagram: timefliesmusic
Lyrics:
So what up?
Aha!
Motha fucka, what up?
(Verse)
'Fore we was anything,
'Fore you could see us
Before we was electric,
Well that was pre-us (Prius)
Before we ever dreamt it,
Hell, its nothing to dream up
'Cause let's be honest,
You did ever think that
This could ever be us, uh.
Now watch me shaking hands,
On the carpet, in demands
Sliding hard right,
Like you seeing me on tinder, and
I'm wild for the night,
Got no plans on getting free
You were Instagraming you,
And now you Instagraming me.
(Hook)
See me walk up in the room,
I'm the same mother fucker.
What up?
(I'm the same mother fucker)
And if you're talkin' to the crew,
Better know you ain't fuckin' wit us
(You ain't fuckin' wit us)
Did it all on our own,
They kept telling us no.
But now they open up the doors
Wherever we go.
And now we walk up in the room
And they say, "mother fuckers,
What up?"
(And they say, "mother fuckers")
(Verse)
I sing about a pop song,
I rap a rock song
I sing a club banger,
Make them panties drop song
I'm show time,
I keep it poppin' like some popcorn
Now watch me getting money
Like a motherfuckin "dot-com"
This just how you know
When you see me in your city
It's like everywhere I go,
Everybody fuckin' wit me
Yes, I'm on top of my game,
They all chanting my name
But I told you if you know me
Then you know I never change
(Hook)
See me walk up in the room,
I'm the same motherfucker what up?
(I'm the same motherfucker)
And if you're talkin' to the crew,
Better know you ain't fuckin' wit us
(You ain't fuckin' wit us)
Did it all on our own, they kept telling us no.
But now they open up the doors wherever we go.
And now we walk up in the room
And they say motherfuckers what up?
(And they say motherfuckers)
(Verse)
It's like I'm still the kid
In the back of the Ford Tauruses
Waving at some drivers
While they scream their favorite choruses
Now fast forward,
My song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for?
Well, fuck it, man, of course it is
I just needed a mic
And a stage I could play on
This life's my playground,
I'm Harold with a crayon,
Uh, now how the drought so cold, no shrinkage
No sizes limit on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better-uh,
Dominate like Fetera
But if you don't like my lyrics
Send a letter to the editor
His address is "Fuck You"
Street name is "Deal Wit It"
Make sure you tramp stamp
It so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout?
'Cause every show I sell out
I hang around with fans
'Til they tell me to get the hell out
Middle finger to the haters,
Tell 'em shut up.
So if you feel that,
Let me hear you say what up!
(Hook)
See me walk up in the room,
I'm the same motherfucker what up?
(I'm the same motherfucker)
And if you're talkin' to the crew,
Better know you ain't fuckin' wit us
(You ain't fuckin' wit us)
Did it all on our own, they kept telling us no.
But now they open up the doors wherever we go.
And now we walk up in the room
And they say motherfuckers what up?
(And they say motherfuckers)
