Jack Harlow - HITCHCOCK lyrics

Watching Hitchco*ks till I drift off Woke up to this beat let that sh** knock She won’t give top till my dick’s out Clockwork every week and it’s like tick tock I just hit Atlanta I got 2for with me In the co*kpit, I might just take em to Pluto with me If Bruno hit me we might have to f** with Mars And they don’t want to hear me sing They told me rap those f**ing bars Well all right Trust I ain’t forgot how to do it I been in hibernation trying to f**ing stockpile this music I heard the sh** that y’all been dropping Is monotonous to me You got a mic inside your room, well see that’s not how you use it Y’all f**ing s** Keep your distances from me They should’ve warned you don’t be f**ing with that kid from Kentucky I know some hipsters in my city, won’t admit that they love me Cause back when they were my age They wasn’t sh** expect ugly Chandeliers swinging through my comfort zone Standing here thinking how we gonna blow She got the manicured fingers with the bu*t that go With her jeans, fitted, yeah she covered in Atlanta snow And as for me, I’m just a young one Walking, talking [?] I’m been trying to find the next step To make my best friends rich And you been sitting round wondering if the blunt is rolled Y’all come and go with them 20-minute dreams Blown away by a coincidence I wonder what it means Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read Like the universe gon have my back in 2017 You ain’t bout sh** Feeling like I’m Reggie Miller down six Doing ninety looking out for undercover Crown Vics Flying out the city paying zero dollars round trip Saw her take a picture of me told her take it down quick b**h I’m from the Lou And they know me when they see me Ever since I was in school I should shout out to my father Know they peep me handle business All you really gotta know is I get it from that dude Shooting from the Nazareth We shooting for that platinum hit It’s Jack from out the Highlands Going stupid on these tracks again I’m moving with a pack of kids and supervising acid trips Rappers getting worse I think they using too much adjectives It’s cool though I’m just a guest inside the house Of a culture that ain’t mine And I’m just blessed to be around These kids be talking bout what’s trash Man I swear that y’all got some nerve How you gon be most opinionated from the suburbs I hope they bump this sh** on Bardstown With the windows down Riding round while the stars out In the garden now, this the wrong tree to bark down Finally snapping on these hoes and I don’t need no hard count Damn