SMFWU Lyrics - Timeflies

1 'Fore we was anything, 'fore you could see us

2 Before we was electric, well that was Prius

3 Before we ever dreamt it here, it’s nothing to dream of

4 'Cause let’s be honest, you didn't ever think that this could be us

5 Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in demand

6 Sliding hard right like you seeing me on thin air

7 I'm wild for the night, got no plans on getting free

8 You were Instagraming you and now you’re Instagraming me

9 See me walk up in the room, I’m the same motherfucker what up? (I’m the same motherfucker)

10 And if you’re talking to the crew, better know you ain’t fucking wit us (you ain’t fucking wit us)

11 Did it on our own, they kept telling us no

12 But now they open up the doors wherever we go

13 And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers)

14 I sing a pop song, I rap a rock song

15 I sing a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop song

16 I’m show time, I keep it poppin' like some popcorn

17 Now watch me getting money like a motherfuckin' dot com

18 This just how you know

19 When you see me in your city

20 It’s like everywhere I go, everybody fucking wit me

21 Yes I’m on top of my game, they all chanting my name

22 But I told you if you know me then you know I never change

23 See me walk up in the room, I’m the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)

24 And if you’re talking to the crew, better know you ain’t fucking wit us (you ain’t fucking wit us)

25 Did it on our own, they kept telling us no

26 But now they open up the doors wherever we go

27 And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)

28 It’s like I’m still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,

29 Waving at some drivers while they scream their favorite choruses

30 Now fast forward, my song flashes across the dashboard

31 Is this the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of course it is

32 I just needed a mic and a stage I could play on

33 This life’s my playground, I’m Harold with a crayon

34 Now how the drought so cold, no shrinkage

35 No size limit on greatness, Dinklage

36 Only getting better bruh, dominate like Federer

37 But if you don’t like my lyrics send a letter to the editor

38 His address is ‘Fuck You’, street name is ‘Deal Wit It’

39 Make sure you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it

40 Am I a sellout? ‘Cause every show I sell out

41 I hang around with fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out

42 Middle finger to the haters, tell em shut up

43 So if you feel that let me hear you say what up!

44 See me walk up in the room, I’m the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)

45 And if you’re talking to the crew, better know you ain’t fucking wit us (you ain’t fucking wit us)

46 Did it on our own, they kept telling us no

47 But now they open up the doors wherever we go

48 And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)