Fletch - Optimistic lyrics

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Fletch - Optimistic lyrics

[Intro] It's showtime! And guess who's the star? Get ready! [Verse 1] What's the phrase that fits my preposition Rephrase, lemme recheck my recognition Talkin' about the styles I'm quickly engineerin' Sickly with lyrics a musical technician I'm doin' big things like an underage prostitute PAUSE! A slight followin' with just a flock or two Youngins online quote my bars on that co*katoo Females MJ'n talkin' 'bout I wanna rock with you Howdy boo. She got them D's like bad grades I tutor you while I am teachin' the rap game Well I ain't that lame. I'm only provin' That I can take on a subject of a product of my choosin' Boostin' up my own ego. Leggo My eggo I'm eatin this year with my hustle I'm lethal, the one they only fear in a scuffle Like a martial artist, flow fist beer when I'm drunken Stay dunkin' [Hook] I'm awesome! I think personally I'm awesome! You wanna disagree I'm still awesome! You wanna disagree I'm still awesome! n***a I'm awesome, n***a I'm awesome! (My bad I'm just boostin' up my confidence.) n***a I'm awesome, n***a I'm awesome! (My bad I'm just boostin' up my confidence.) I'm awesome! n***a I'm awesome! (My bad I'm just boostin' up my confidence.) n***a I'm awesome, n***a I'm awesome! Awesome! (My bad I'm just boostin' up my confidence.) [Interlude] Aye man. Stop playin' with these dudes man, you already know! You gotta show 'em. You gotta show 'em bruh. This ain't even your full potential Get these n***as man! Get 'em! [Verse 2] Yo! Cuttin' corners clean like barbers Sonnin' up these daughters, somebody call Maury I am not the father! Trial in court Baby moms trying to claim I'm in denial, it works Just a highway robbery I'm takin' the time Takin' money that ain't mine like child support Grimy I'm dirty, compared to minds gutter in the mouth Yellin' out obscenities, censoring what I mutter off But not an issue I'm a casual rapper I just make movies, just an actual actor Brighten insights it's a possible factor Let me take 'em back to church 'cuz I'm a pastor's son, a**hole So everybody inhale, I'm speakin' with the fire Take it for gospel when I am preachin' to the choir I recycle my words so I keep it in denial This track's still fresh still, peep it for a while HAH! [Hook]