Songs In F Major - The Alchemist, Fashawn

Shit is madness… the fuck is wrong with you?

Yo Al, calm down, calm down man…

No really, what the fuck is wrong with with you?

You got some nerve, bitch

Uh, uh

Tell me, how could you disrespect me in public?

You can come and get the rest of your luggage

This has nothing to do with fame, shit I came from nothing

And I know when a bitch brains corrupted

Still in awe;

not Eve, wondering «Why Eve?»

The one who gave birth, supposed to be the Earth to my seed

If I could press rewind, I never would’ve put my hands on you

Never read the manual, «Things that a Man Should Do»

Uh, I’ll admit I’ve had a few

April, Danielle, Rachel, Amber too

The furthest thing from the family dude

Showed us pictures of me somewhere on camera nude (that's fucked up, I’m sorry)

Shit, I tried but honestly

The concept of monogamy is not for me

Only thing I’m afraid of is commitment

I’m sorry but this relationship has ended, now stay up out my business (bitch)

So if you want to see a nigga again, you ain’t gotta pretend

Uh, no I’m not a lover, but I’m more than a friend, I don’t know where to begin

And she don’t ever want to go out, she said she’d rather go in

Let’s go in, hey hey, oh

«There's some ladies out there that can do some wild shit»

I’m telling you, dawg.

Know what I’m saying though?

Yeah, I see them too

«Check this out»

Ok, ok, type of bitch, I know you ain’t lying

Uh, her crib’s spacious but its rented

She get impatient when it come to big faces

Summertime: paper-chase, hibernate for the winter

Just maybe you’ll catch her face in December

Kept her fans itching, I mean the fiends springing

Had that ambition, trying to reach a zenith

To the top from the bottom, all the while

Stayed fresh from her socks to her noggin off the Game Wess

Like Jigga out West, they’re in trenches

Type of chickens that drive Lexuses and Benzes

But still alift in Maybach, keep her thang cocked

A pain in the ass;

bucket, ain’t no straight shots

I swear I’d never hit a woman

But I’d shake the shit out, when if she don’t zip her mouth up

Can’t live with them, can’t live without them

We go overboard for what’s under their blouses

I swear, some be on some wild shit

You know the ones you wouldn’t want to have a child with

Oh no, I see your ass and trowel tip

I can tell by a smile she a foul bitch

Check it out, uh, check it out

«Something for your mind, body, and your soul»

Uh-huh, yeah;

ayo Alc

We coming from, coming from, uh uh

From the side of California where dreams are denied

And niggas collect cream doing crime

But for me, fortunately, I can rhyme

Believed eventually I would shine

Climb out the bucket in fact, never stuck in the trap

I’m singing, the production is what I come to attack

Quit bumping your gums and go uncrumble your raps

You ain’t a boss, you a worker;

here, hustle this pack

Boy, get down or get from 'round here

For a pound, I’ll leave a clown aired the fuck out

In a minute, knock a nigga from his couch to his kitchen

Uh, I don’t mean to be mean, but that’s all I can be

All I got is my word, these two balls in my jeans

And the world in my palm as long as I’m in control

I hypnotize your mind, body, and soul

Let it be known

It’s the F, nigga

Uh, word to safety, word is simply

«All my life I’ve been a rolling stone

I got no place that I call my home»

Desperado, Santiago, uh