More songs by Bakar
Description
Producer: Sam Baker
Composer: Sam Baker
Composer: Bakar
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah, yeah. I needed better, needed a leg up.
Might need a checkup, the doctor says he's fed up with my attitude.
I'm out of tune, can't read the room. I'm out the loop, must be the shrooms.
It might be me, yeah, victim at the scene. For as far as I can see, no one else but me to please.
I can't count on all the G's, even though they still believe, yeah.
One man's dream might not be yours, so you might have to leave, yeah.
I don't keep receipts 'cause that would be deceit. Them boys helped me to my feet, yeah.
Plain and simple, jumping out the wind roof. Say she miss my dimples, but don't like when I'm sinful.
Never us, lucky they got wind rush. Lying about our symptoms, we bless them with an influx.
Let go, uh, might need a leg up, uh.
Might need a checkup, the doctor says he's fed up with my attitude. I'm out of tune. Am I deluded?
No, I'm high on fumes, yeah, yeah. I'm out of range, a million miles.
Sing it proud, I'm here to stay, see my mama smiles. She seen her child make a million pounds in his house.
She seen the crowd, a nigga changed around, yeah.
And now she sees the loss, play for prof, heading out on road, time to earn my chops.
Leg and boss, they say I took my time, say I earned my spot. Loads of loss, heavy on my mind, think it might be me.
Damn!
Realize it's really me, buying fiend, but when I need a four, they go hide and seek.
Knocking doors, hearts fill up with force, letting nothing pass, full force. It's forever now, realize it might be me.
And I'm in Louis shorts, diamonds on, no remorse.
When I signed the deal, I told them up the score, no insurance.
Nothing else to speak about, speakers blowing, my lady's legs are showing, and I can see the sun.
It might be me, for real.
Real life.
English translation
Yeah, yeah. I needed better, needed a leg up.
Might need a checkup, the doctor says he's fed up with my attitude.
I'm out of tune, can't read the room. I'm out the loop, must be the shrooms.
It might be me, yeah, victim at the scene. For as far as I can see, no one else but me to please.
I can't count on all the G's, even though they still believe, yeah.
One man's dream might not be yours, so you might have to leave, yeah.
I don't keep receipts 'cause that would be deceit. Them boys helped me to my feet, yeah.
Plain and simple, jumping out the wind roof. Say she miss my dimples, but don't like when I'm sinful.
Never us, lucky they got wind rush. Lying about our symptoms, we bless them with an influx.
Let go, uh, might need a leg up, uh.
Might need a checkup, the doctor says he's fed up with my attitude. I'm out of tune. Am I deluded?
No, I'm high on fumes, yeah, yeah. I'm out of range, a million miles.
Sing it proud, I'm here to stay, see my mama smiles. She seen her child make a million pounds in his house.
She seen the crowd, a nigga changed around, yeah.
And now she sees the loss, play for prof, heading out on road, time to earn my chops.
Leg and boss, they say I took my time, say I earned my spot. Loads of loss, heavy on my mind, think it might be me.
Damn!
Realize it's really me, buying fiend, but when I need a four, they go hide and seek.
Knocking doors, hearts fill up with force, letting nothing pass, full force. It's forever now, realize it might be me.
And I'm in Louis shorts, diamonds on, no remorse.
When I signed the deal, I told them up the score, no insurance.
Nothing else to speak about, speakers blowing, my lady's legs are showing, and I can see the sun.
It might be me, for real.
Real life.