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wale - the intro about nothing lyrics

[produced by j gramm beats]

[intro: wale & jerry seinfeld]
time to clock in, baby
yeah
you ready?
yes, i was ready last time
we gon’ call this “the intro about nothing.”
it’s gon’ go like this:
oh oh
oh oh no no

[hook: wale]
lord, my all, what you think of it?
been on this long road acc-mulating luggage
as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
i think it’s ’bout time i sing of nothing

[verse 1]
sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my henny finished
hard to be friendly with women who’ve seen too many n-ggas
so i keep my circle small, you need reduction
never too much friends, what is your circ-mference?
i swear to god, times is hard, but they’re getting better
tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so compet-tive
gabbana made the level, and i never missed a supper
but still my hunger’s like a f-cking model at a buffet
i’m with these broads who in love, they ain’t seen any better
but dollar signs never mind, any cupid’s arrow
and if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks
and leave the room when a n-gga try to sleep with ’em
getting high, getting by, watching time fly
tell my n-ggas, i’ma get ’em if they gon’ ride
young, wild n-gga living the dream
although i’m not who i’m destined to be
they keep saying, “grow up”

[hook]
lord, my all, what you think of it?
been on this long road acc-mulating luggage
as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
i think it’s ’bout time i sing of nothing
been on this long road acc-mulating luggage
as time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
i think it’s ’bout time i sing of nothing

[verse 2]
i pray my girl don’t turn to my baby mother yet
but in fact i do, i need my boo to keep my sh-t in check
and sh-t get easier when dreams of chasing respect
get realized, and ain’t no team invading your set
getting high, getting by as my mind fly
just bought my homie a roley simply to p-ss time
and on top it’s lonely so keep your homies right by your side
and if life is short then we’ll be the shorts of the fab five
severed ties with any n-gga who covet mine
and all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma’s eyes
but i gotta do it, these n-ggas need provocative music
and as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
rapping and music, a bunch of b-tches acting too foolish
you gotta be stupid, even tim allen had him a tooly
getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud
it’s a shame n-ggas lame, but i’mma hold it down
let my bread roll, never let my friends go
that’s why i let these dreads grow, i’ll never fit your f-cking crown
getting high, getting by, watching time fly
tell these n-ggas i’mma get ’em every other time
young, wild n-ggas sit in your seat
know every weekend every liquor for free
from chilli bowl to phillippe, nothing so silly, b-tch, i sow what i reap
double m g*nius, make these b-tches so deep
i make these n-ggas’ opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak
put my cardio in the audio and you missin’ the beat
i’m out, standing in every avenue, i’m good in the streets
outstanding, sh-tting on n-ggas, but you sit when you pee
hold up

[bridge]
i figure, they don’t care nothing ’bout albums. so why not give ’em an album about— hey, you better sing that sh-t, n-gga. this how you start the motherf-cking show. my fourth joint in a row. the moon’s in the motherf-ckin’ sky, alright

[violin outro: peter lee johnson]

- wale lyrics

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