lirik lagu orlando (hu) – no sim
[verse 1]
what i’m doing here? i don’t even really like techno like that
might lack bread got the heart instead
you think you’re the sh~t, but you gotta work twice that
hype that boy up he won’t get ahead
sock to the knee double lock to the bike rack
white tracksuit chain grease on the leg
only speak french to the feds
only compare me to kylian’bappé
brilliant shot
a million bop their heads
city bikes, metros, trams, mopeds, hondas no chevy
orlando and ezi
we go way back piqué and messi
he hasn’t lost his mind now has he?
365 it’s 507 bald head don’t pet him grilled tooth i guess he
hasn’t came to his senses
spent the night waste my contact lenses
ain’t no white picket fences
cranes and high~rises honks and engines
big wasteman before entrance
no one told me that
way before we met
i can see who his friends is
bro you owe me that
time you stole reset
give me back my percentage
almost no regrets
pride’s my only debt
expect high as the rent is?
disappointing times gon’ be endless
automatic i switch it to stick shift
erratic standoffish and distant
stop lying never was a misfit
bro that ain’t drip you’re materialistic
[chorus]
kicking back, sick of parties sick of rap
took flak
that’s a fact, with a 40 on my lap
no tracked
sim attached
tryna’ call me where you at?
i won’t talk ran out of sh~t to say
shoulda called me on a different day
kicking back, sick of parties sick of rap
took flak
that’s a fact, with a 40 on my lap
no tracked
sim attached
tryna’ call me where you at?
i won’t talk ran out of sh~t to say
shoulda called me on a different day
[verse 2]
believe me
busy living easy
sip it when its steamy
girly from tirana she calls me shaqiri
inner city scenery
brodie looking seedy
bet you that they’re crossing the street when they see me
zipped up tacchini
he used to wear hollister now he wears huf
i don’t have beef with that little boy, why is he talking all tough?
what you say don’t offend me
i don’t respect you enough
build with brick not straws and sticks
i huff and puff now you’re sleeping rough
it’s an act its a bluff
what you see on the screen ain’t really what it seem
you can’t say that i’ve changed cuz i been this way since a teenage tell me what you mean?
stressed out looking mean
earring glistens like i’m zissou half of the glass full other half see through seen
traffic lights green
but i stay here
orlando from 1114
spit that track, then whip that cream
brodie hit the sidewalk, looking all clean
climb through the back window unseen
in the rave with a screwdriver made a scene
everyday chief keef on the screen
thirteen in the park smoke a baseball bat
the look on your face when you face all that
look on your face when you face all…
[chorus]
kicking back, sick of parties sick of rap
took flak
that’s a fact, with a 40 on my lap
no tracked
sim attached
tryna’ call me where you at?
i won’t talk ran out of sh~t to say
shoulda called me on a different day
kicking back, sick of parties sick of rap
took flak
that’s a fact, with a 40 on my lap
no tracked
sim attached
tryna’ call me where you at?
i won’t talk ran out of sh~t to say
shoulda called me on a different day
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