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jay ugin – worst album lyrics

[intro]
well, it’s early in the mor+ in the mornin’
baby, when i rise
lordy mama (uhm)
well, it’s early every mor+ in the mornin’ (now here we go, now here we go)
(jay)
a+baby when i rise well+a
(alright)

i wish that joint was my worst album (what?)
not like a bad album (hm)
i wish that joint was my worst album (huh? the f+ck?)
maybe my baddest album
sure not bad+like, but i don’t mind
if it’s gon’ be bad+legendary album (shout out mj)
i wish that joint was my worst album
not a ‘not bad’ one, but a good album

[verse 1]
it ain’t like i put together ‘atlantic’ and ‘atlantic’
no such f+cking problem
i’m ‘f+cking problems’ frantic
that’s they call epistrophe
excuse my witty antics
y’all might wanna p+ss on me (yeah!)
as soon as you fasten mе
your college try pathetic
i’mma show what’s univеrsity
verses so aesthetic (b+tch)
i talked at the nursery
this year i’ll celebrate the tenth anniversary
since my first line was dropped
(real talk)
been going for nico from the jump
though’d rather go ham (ham)
up+and+coming rapper getting people say (my man)
the rookie season ain’t gon’ see my victory
my rigorism gon’ get me the triple plate to satisfy egoism
then i’mma go down south
drake strait
connect two years like two oceans
two seasons straight
and a load of guest verses gon’ purchase me a crib
get my wallets ripped
my ratings triple a

[bridge 1]
from pushing shackburgers on 1111 lincoln road (what’s shakin’, south beach?)
to pushing broads from the boat
swear them other rags say that’s the way they wanna go (oh!) (you go, you go)
now i let you people know

[hook]
i wish that joint was my worst album (strange. that’s strange)
not like a bad album
i wish that joint was my worst album (worst)
maybe my baddest album
sure not bad+like, but i don’t mind
if it’s gon’ be bad+legendary album (whatchu talkin bout?)
i wish that joint was my worst album
not a ‘not bad’ one, but a good album
[verse 2]
homie says i’m rapping like ice+t in the eighties
d+mn! (d+mn!)
that might sound like a compliment
no disrespect to the rap og
but i’m rapping my own eulogy
rip me, k!ller? but i’m way more confident
homie says i need to slow down my flow a little bit
‘fore i fall in this trap, i gotta think about it
i switch it up a little bit like ain’t n0body f+cking with my clique
few suckers shot en passant
i got no shame about it
all my lines dropped alive
no ghost+writing
i’m just tryna see these folds grinding on me ghost+riding
ain’t prosper yet
but always striving
watch me pass this testing, if you think i’m trifling
y’all might be hating on my rhyming
the way i’m vibing
on my pretentious vague message like in ‘the shining’
dummy hate on my skin
what it’s got to do with art?
i’m giving props to the tops
the queens and kings of hearts
[bridge 2]
from sleeping on the bus+stop bench on alton road (hm)
to the h+lla goat (nice)
swear them other rags say that’s the way they wanna go (you go, you go)
now i let you people know

[hook]
i wish that joint was my worst album (wait what?)
not like a bad album
i wish that joint was my worst album (maybe maybe)
maybe my baddest album
sure not bad+like, but i don’t mind
if it’s gon’ be bad+legendary album
i wish that joint was my worst album
not a ‘not bad’ one, but a good album

[verse 3]
she said
you wanna put the city on the map?
(for real! h+ll yeah!)
sell it overseas, son
the game under control
show the strongest reason
drop your best
stay tall
make the most of your season
stiff upper lip
smile as you make it through collision
and let the world see itself through your vision
keep in mind
you’re an outsider
industry is overseen
make a call andsee ’em gather in coloseum to watch your scenes

slow down in turns
through beau rivage smash the gas
as i steer, hold the grasp (huh?)
now i’m honored monegasque (zoom!)
grab a wordbook
the wordplay’s so grotesque
i’m a puer aeternus with a grown man mask (hahaha)
wide open eyes ask
‘the f+ck from do you arise?’
from the land where the whole taiga of money lies
a psychic can’t prophesize the profit’s size
so do my sidekicks (hahaha)
and my foes gon be paralyzed

[bridge 3]
two lines for your minds, thots, lying down where the money lies
scheming up
now let the sh+t sink in
you had a boy with a dream (say what?)
now you missing on that man of a dream (oh, man!)

[hook]
i wish that joint was my worst album
not like a bad album
i wish that joint was my worst album (yeah!)
maybe my baddest album
sure not bad+like, but i don’t mind
if it’s gon’ be bad+legendary album (shout out mj)
i wish that joint was my worst album
not a ‘not bad’ one, but a great album
(oof!)

[outro]
go down
go down
flower yard
find him there

- jay ugin lyrics

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