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​skyswimming & ombachi - for the vibe lyrics

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[intro]
it’s ombachi
on the beats, we got skyswimming

[verse 1]
it’s plenty sh+t that’s been up on my mind
like life hands lemons and n+ggas just want the limelight
even through them overcast skies, still shine bright
but lately, i can only write rhymes if my mind right
’cause, n+gga, i don’t really feel it today
i’ve been tryna let go of givin’ a f+ck what you say
you livin’ it up, i’m in the booth for two days
thinkin’, “is this sh+t really worth it?”
’cause i know n+ggas with the illest verses
but you check the page and them n+ggas only got two plays
but f+ck it, i’m eatin’, so give me two plates
and make sure that sh+t cooked right
goin’ off the feeling, give a f+ck ’bout what it look like
sh+t don’t always work out, but you know we gave a good fight
i might just tuck a b+tch in and wish her “goodnight” then dip
you woulda thought we had the function inside the whip
the way this sh+t blast, give a n+gga whiplash
i’m busy makin’ classics, i’m sorry if i miss class, yeah

[chorus]
i only showed up for the vibe and that sh+t is off
hit it off, i’m f+ckin’ on mine when i hit it raw
this some sh+t you cannot find, it’s a different cloth
yeah, i’m crossin’ these lines, i don’t give it thought
i only showed up for the vibe and that sh+t is off
hit it off, i’m f+ckin’ on mine when i hit it raw
this some sh+t you cannot find, it’s a different cloth
yeah, i’m crossin’ these lines, i don’t give it thought
[verse 2]
got the right idea, but wrong n+gga
instead of rightin’ my wrongs, i write songs, n+gga
i could put myself on if you sing along with ’em
this type of sh+t won’t get no readings on thermometers
too hot, you get it
what’s competition?
i’m only up against that n+gga in the front camera
n+ggas couldn’t keep up if i gave ’em one stanza
seriously, f+ckin’ sick like i got lung cancer
i got way too many questions and not one answer
don’t you doubt my brain, it’s just off of the f+ckin’ grammar
microaggressions and tone condescending, can’t stand it
i don’t want no credit, i demand it
me and my n+ggas bandits, stole the f+ckin’ game
and gave me some dope sh+t to get flowin’ in your veins
i’m either totally sane or hopelessly deranged
but, uh, just so you know, i won’t change, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i only showed up for the vibe and that sh+t is off
hit it off, i’m f+ckin’ on mine when i hit it raw
this some sh+t you cannot find, it’s a different cloth
yeah, i’m crossin’ these lines, i don’t give it thought
i only showed up for the vibe and that sh+t is off
hit it off, i’m f+ckin’ on mine when i hit it raw
this some sh+t you cannot find, it’s a different cloth
yeah, i’m crossin’ these lines, i don’t give it thought
[outro]
da+da, da+da, da+da
da+da, da+da, da+da
da+da, da+da, da+da, da+da+da
da+da, da+da, da+da
da+da, da+da, da+da
da+da, da+da, da+da, da+da+da
yeah



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