Yeah, ay
Yeah, ay
Yeah, ay
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
On parties people ask me how my music does
Keep pretending for their ego that they give a f*ck
I got a golden finger cause I smoke a lot
To get away from those silly talks
I may seem harmless on the outside
But i'm a psycho on the inside till I die
I got a raging storm in my stomach
So I'm gon' drink this bottle till I vomit
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
You say you like what I make
You say my voice sounds great
But in the end you give a f*ck about my artist name
You wanna come to a show
You're gonna be front row
But you couldn't make it cause you did bump your toe
I'm just sitting here producing my shit
And try to get some f*cking numbers out if it
I didn't ask you to lie
You have no musical interest
But still give me advise
It weighs like ballast on my mind
You think you analyzed my lines
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Farouche - I'm Fine Lyrics
Farouche - I'm Fine Lyrics
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Yeah, ay
Yeah, ay
Yeah, ay
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
On parties people ask me how my music does
Keep pretending for their ego that they give a f*ck
I got a golden finger cause I smoke a lot
To get away from those silly talks
I may seem harmless on the outside
But i'm a psycho on the inside till I die
I got a raging storm in my stomach
So I'm gon' drink this bottle till I vomit
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
You say you like what I make
You say my voice sounds great
But in the end you give a f*ck about my artist name
You wanna come to a show
You're gonna be front row
But you couldn't make it cause you did bump your toe
I'm just sitting here producing my shit
And try to get some f*cking numbers out if it
I didn't ask you to lie
You have no musical interest
But still give me advise
It weighs like ballast on my mind
You think you analyzed my lines
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Yeah, ay
Yeah, ay
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
On parties people ask me how my music does
Keep pretending for their ego that they give a f*ck
I got a golden finger cause I smoke a lot
To get away from those silly talks
I may seem harmless on the outside
But i'm a psycho on the inside till I die
I got a raging storm in my stomach
So I'm gon' drink this bottle till I vomit
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
You say you like what I make
You say my voice sounds great
But in the end you give a f*ck about my artist name
You wanna come to a show
You're gonna be front row
But you couldn't make it cause you did bump your toe
I'm just sitting here producing my shit
And try to get some f*cking numbers out if it
I didn't ask you to lie
You have no musical interest
But still give me advise
It weighs like ballast on my mind
You think you analyzed my lines
Put too much effort in these beats
Always striving for my dreams
Always prospering my genius
Get rich or get delirious
I'll pull up with a nine
Someday I'll pull up with a nine
Or may just say I'm fine
Phonies want to listen
In the end they never listen
It will never stop pissing me off
Small talk for the comfort
Nodding for some sort
Of subtly saying f*ck off
Writer: Luca Borger, Simon Heller
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid