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Jack Harlow - Thats What They All Say Album Lyrics



Jack Harlow - Thats What They All Say Lyrics






Rendezvous

(Hit-Boy)

I became exactly what I wanted to (wanted to)
I became a millionaire at twenty-two (twenty-two)
Tellin' girls I love 'em and they love me too (woo)
I don't question if they mean it 'cause I know they do
Started bein' me when I realized it was okay to
Middle school bumpin' Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It"
First album and I know just how it's gon' debut
Track three is where I tell her we gon' rendezvous
I'm signed to the gatekeepers (facts)
Don't believe the gossip 'cause it ain't true
Half of the dreams I had already came true
And they never told me anythin' I couldn't do
I got a mirror in my room I like to look into
At seventeen, I never thought that I would look this cute (Woo)
Classmates can't believe the place I took it to
If I didn't rap then I would be a good masseuse
Fun fact, but it's a hidden talent, 'cause she rubbin' my back (back)
All these different cities, I'm becomin' sidetracked
She leavin' my hotel wearin' somethin' I packed
My wardrobe's spread across the whole map (whole map)
JWise used to book me for the open mics
Kills me when they act like this was overnight
Like we didn't do a tour in a tiny van (mmm)
Eight deep at the show, it might be eight fans (mmm)
That builds character, somethin' y'all could probably use more of
If I told the truth to her, I know she'd be tore up
They love it when I rap and I don't even put a chorus
Turkey on ciabatta from the deli, shout out to Morris
Thirty grand to show up, we might as well pour up
Fake handshakes, we know you ain't goin' for us
Ooh, it's somethin' 'bout your aura
I know
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Writer: Chauncey Hollis, George Patterson, Jackman Thomas Harlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave






21C / Delta

(We got room, we got room, 'cause we got room)

First name, last name, date of birth (date of birth)
Make a bad bitch sign paperwork (yeah-yeah)
Once the ink dries, can't say a word
Just another day at work (keep that)
Even though I love you, you should say it first (say it to me)
She in med school, I wanna date a nurse (yeah)
I know you been hurt, I don't wanna make it worse but
I know that I'm liable to make it worse, yup

Oh my, she's so fly (fly)
Nine to five but she wanna be somebody (yeah, she be some-)
I can tell you need somebody (somebody)
Put that thing on me, 'cause I need somebody (somebody)
Girl, I'm at the 21C, come find me
I want you to be the one I keep beside me
Baby, don't stop, can you keep massaging?
I know that you probably think I keep some thotties (yeah, yeah, hmm)

But that's besides the point
Got the windows tinted, can't find your boy
Lock it down after hours at a private joint (ayy)
They treat me different in the city, I'm the pride and joy
Got a couple old flames that I'm tryna avoid
Got a couple things with me she ain't tried before
But what you waitin' on? (Ayy)

Oh my, she's so fly (fly)
Nine to five but she wanna be somebody (yeah, she be some-)
I can tell you need somebody (somebody)
Put that thing on me, 'cause I need somebody (somebody)
Girl, I'm at the 21C, come find me
I want you to be the one I keep beside me
Baby, don't stop, can you keep massaging?
I know that you probably think I-

First name, last name, date of birth (date of birth)
Make a bad bitch sign paperwork
Once the ink dries, can't say a word (word)
Just another day at work (throw it to me)
Even though I love you, you should say it first (say it to me)
She in med school, I wanna date a nurse (throw it to me)
I know you been hurt, I don't wanna make it worse but (but)
I know that I'm liable to make it worse, yup

I played you my first hit before it dropped
You were in the driver's seat and I was on the aux'
You made the stank face, that's how I knew it was hot
Lookin' back, I got to wonder if you would have thought
That my life would have changed like this
That every station in America would play my shit
That I would do a remix and I could take my pick
Of any rappers that I wanted and they'd get on the shit (hmm)
I can't imagine you did the way you see it
Ain't no way that I don't have a new bitch
And it ain't fair 'cause you know I got a whole lotta friends
That's gon' tell me who they seen you on the avenue with
The playing field ain't level, that's how I engineered it
You don't know when I'ma pop up and when I'm disappearin'
Lately, it's been somethin' I don't really like in your spirit
Wallis Lane made the beat and Nickie Jon engineered it (Ayy)

She ain't flyin' in Spirit, she's a Delta bitch
Not the kind with the pyramids
You got somethin' that I'm tryna experience
Leavin' comments, got 'em all gettin' curious
Couple phone calls, now we callin' it serious
I say, "I'm in love," when I fall for appearances
It's a lotta clubs tryna call for appearances
Last one I did, I caught a vibe with the bottle girl

Told her that, "I'm leavin' but I'll call you when I'm here again"
That was West Virginia, don't know when I'll be there again
People in my circle wonder when I'll be arrogant
Feel like they can't wait to say I stepped out of character (ah)
She said that she want me to take care of her
She said she want me to London and Paris her
She said, "Do your thing," long as I don't embarrass her
Damn, I ain't even get to test out my character (ah, ooh)

She ain't flyin' in Spirit, she's a Delta bitch
Not the kind with the pyramids
You got somethin' that I'm tryna experience
Leavin' comments, got 'em all gettin' curious
Couple phone calls, now we callin' it serious
I say, "I'm in love," when I fall for appearances
It's a lotta clubs tryna call for appearances
Last one I did, I caught a vibe with the bottle girl
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Writer: Bryan Yepes, Julius-Alexander Brown, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Vincent Dean Verdi, Jackman Thomas Harlow
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Funny Seeing You Here

I know you hate the way we drifted
But we both decide this party and we lived it
So what's up?

I'ma sip my drink and crack a big smile
Just to see if I can still get you 'cause it's been a while, yeah
It's been a minute now
Your friend just started listening to my music but I been in style
You say that I play too much but we both know I been a child
Asked you when you got to town
You say that you been in town, it's f*cked up
So you just wasn't gon' hit me?
Lookin' like this, she thought it wasn't gon' tempt me
I'm sorry but you ain't gotta Barbie up
You should come and step into my world just like Narnia
I wouldn't do no harm to you
Come on, let's find a quiet spot
How's your sister and your niece? Does she still cry a lot?
Who you talkin' to now? Are y'all 'bout to tie a knot?
Hope not, speak now, hold yo' peace, I will make that show stop
Remember back when I would come and spend the night at yo' house
Wake up by myself in bed 'cause you be at the stove top
Walk inside the kitchen put my hands up, let me stop
Please excuse me, I know these are heavy thoughts
A man's greed can't see the things that he's already got
F*cked it up between us 'cause I wanted you and every thot
Things would only worsen when you left me rock
Your bestie tried to warn you but you told her that, "He said he stopped"
He used to say her man was trash and tell me 'bout the way he'd act
I would shake my head until I realized I'm the same as that
Now I wonder, did she tell her man that I'm a trash dude?
And would he shake his head until he realized he was trash too?
I know this reunion's unexpected, but it's past due
At least if you ask me, I won't ask you
So what you 'bout to do?

I know you hate the way we drifted
But we both decide this party and we lived it
So what's up?
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Writer: Dacoury Natche, Danny Mckinnon, Eyobed Getachew, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Jason Pounds
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Way Out

Shit is a jam, shit is a jam

I can tell who's on the way out (way out)
Twenty-five shows, check the pay out
I ain't goin' home, I'ma stay out (yeah)
Muhf*ckas hate you when they lookin' for a way out (sheesh)
I just sit back and let it play out (let it play now)
And she gon' let me hit it any day now, ooh (day now, ooh)
What you gon' say now? Ooh
Heard my, ex-girl got a bae now, ooh
But she still let me stay now, ooh (ah, ah)

I got a Dallas and an H-Town boo
Got a baddie out in Cape Town, too (ooh, mm-mm-mm)
Whole gang eatin' steak house food
Get the check, I ain't checkin' what it came out to (check)
I tell promoters, "I don't talk about the money
You know who to hand the envelope to" (that's facts)
Big John got the cash and he been the go-to
Heard the beat, told Nickie, "Put it in the pro tools"
Got a fountain on the chain and it's indigo blue ('go blue)
Might f*ck around and get a gold tooth
I'm a restaurant-goer, never been to Whole Foods
She gon' listen to the song, say, "This shit a whole mood"
I'm in the mountains out west on a tour bus
Textin' this chick I used to mess with (yeah)
Got her in the bath, doin' video shoots
Tried to send one to me, but it didn't go through (damn)

And she gon' let me hit it any day now, ooh (ooh, ah)
What you gon' say now? Ooh
Heard my, ex-girl got a bae now, ooh
But she still let me stay now, ooh

I can tell who's on the way out (way out)
Twenty-five shows, check the pay out
I ain't goin' home, I'ma stay out
Muhf*ckas hate you when they lookin' for a way out
I just sit back and let it play out (let it play now)
And she gon' let me hit it any day now, ooh (ooh)
What you gon' say now? Ooh
Heard my, ex-girl got a bae now, ooh
But she still let me stay now, ooh

Woah, woah, yeah
I get paid to do me, that's a fact check (damn)
I run it up, then retrace my last steps (frrp)
I'm in her eardrums talkin' about assets (yeah)
"Do you wanna?" "Yes," hol' up, I ain't even ask yet (hol' up)
She got her hair done, she finna need it redone (damn)
Boy, that pussy so good (so good)
Stuck it in, damn near almost made me pre-cum (woah)
I let her give me some advice like I need some (like I need some)
Booked up, tell a dumb bitch, "Read some" (bitch, read some)
I'm anointed, I'm the boss
I done came out of pocket so much (woah)
You thought that I was disjointed (on God)
They pointed me towards ya diss
Hmm, I'm disappointed (disappointed)
My ex treat me like I ain't there (there)
What happened to the feelings and love that we still share? (Huh?)
Just like the girls who got my name tatted and covered up
I know deep down, under the surface it's still there, still there (yeah)

And she gon' let me hit it any day now, ooh
What you gon' say now? Ooh
Heard my, ex-girl got a bae now, ooh
But she still let me stay now, ooh

I can tell who's on the way out
Twenty-five shows, check the pay out
I ain't goin' home, I'ma stay out
Muhf*ckas hate you when they lookin' for a way out
I just sit back and let it play out
And she gon' let me hit it any day now, ooh
What you gon' say now? Ooh
Heard my, ex-girl got a bae now, ooh
But she still let me stay now, ooh

Shit, she so fine
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Writer: Everett Romano, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Jasper Lee Harris, Sean Anderson, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Already Best Friends

Jetson came in with a FN
Two girls with him, told me he ain't got a preference
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions
Met last week and they already best friends
Already best friends (friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (friends)
Met last week and they already best friends
Already

She's a Georgia State freshman
Told her I'ma pull-up at your place at ten
Girl, you look good I would risk everything
Make me forget what safe sex is (oh)
I'ma finish right now, I don't take breaths in
I recommend you don't listen to your friends (no)
Shit ain't been the same since they stepped in
Twenty-five deep in the same section
I'm off vodka, you off Hen'
Tell me this ain't something that you do often
I can't say the same, so use caution

Jetson came in with a FN
Two girls with him, told me he ain't got a preference (yeah)
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions
Met last week and they already best friends (oh-ooh)
Already best friends (friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (best friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (oh-oh)

Two at a time, laying in my bed
One at the top and the other give me head
Girl on girl I love the taste
You can run around, I love the chase
If you need a break 'cause you're thirsty
Don't trip 'cause I know you're burnin' up
She said she love me, but she want her to fu-fu-f*ck it up (11:11)
Baby, make a wish and I'ma do what you want
Ain't no more intermission (no), I'm tryna see what you on

Jetson came in with a FN (ooh-oh)
Two girls with him, told me he ain't got a preference (baby)
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions (down, down, down)
Met last week and they already best friends
Already best friends (friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (friends, friends, friends)
Met last week and they already best friends

She brought a buddy in
"What you studying?"
"Education, that's where the money is"
"You think you funny huh?"
"Yeah I'm the funniest"
"So what about you?"
Her friend replied, "I don't go to school"
"Okay, what you do?"
"I'm a dancer, and quick question, are you a cancer?"
I said, "Hell nah, where you dance at?"
She said ,"Blue flame, that shit be jam-packed"
I said, "Damn facts, So where y'all mans at?"
They said, "What's that?"
Smiled at each other and they both laughed
"I don't need a man, she my other half
We got something not a lot of others have
And I feel like I knew her from the past
I mean at this point we're like lesbians"
Then they had another laugh

Jetson came in with a FN (ooh-oh)
Two girls with him, told me he ain't got a preference (baby)
Sat them both down and I asked a few questions (down, down, down)
Met last week and they already best friends
Already best friends (friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (already, friends, friends, friends)
Met last week and they already best friends (ooh-oh)
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Writer: Christopher Bivins, Joe Hodges, Tahj Morgan, Yusuf El, Jack Harlow, Christopher Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Keep It Light

I'm everythin' that I said I'd be
Everythin' that I bet I be
All the kids that I grew up with
They see me out and congratulate me
Couple of 'em just graduated
Couple of 'em done had a baby
But all of them look at my life and say, "That's amazin'"
I say, "Thank you" like twenty times
Try to talk about somethin' else
Reminisce on some funny time
Truthfully I'm not comfortable with gettin' all the praise
Even more when y'all get to drinkin'
And start tellin' me all the thin's that you really think
Like what I should've done differently
What you think of my energy
The downsides that come with bein' friends with me
I can tell you think this the realest that anybody's ever been with me
But luckily I got PG
And luckily I keep them with me

I keep it humble so you can have a good time
I keep it light so you can have a lil' shine
And I sleep at night just fine
I tried to be kind, now I'm speakin' my mind

Time (ah)
I like how you got the vocals
Just make 'em like a little less harsh
That's the only thing
But it's in that good world
In my time (ah)
In my time (ah)
Right here? Look
(La música de Harry Fraud)

Once people lose touch with ya
They start to hate ya
Start to show you they true nature
Start to be the ones in the comments
That's talkin' 'bout you like you a stranger
Talkin' 'bout ya like y'all didn't have class together
Talkin' like you not humble now or you actin' better
Speakin' on the things you've done that they haven't ever
I play the game, you watch the game, like Adam Schefter
I created this added pressure
I'm the one that made jack get better
Tone it down? I could never, ooh
All the greats caught all the hate
All the rappers I love the most at one point got called a fake
Everybody seem to know the song that I oughta make
Know the route that I oughta take
I put too much work in to just call it fate

But I keep it humble so you can have a good time
I keep it light so you can have a lil' shine
And I sleep at night just fine
I tried to be kind, now I'm speakin' my mind

Time (ah)
I told your brother this, so I'ma tell you this
This is probably advice that I've been givin' you frequently
I probably will continue to give it to you frequently because it's made a difference in my life
Take some moments today durin' the shoot to look around
Look at the faces of all the people you've brought together
Watch their reactions, look at the joy on their faces
Take a moment to really absorb what you've created, what you're creating and try to savor it
I know that you and I are built the same and that it's never enough
There's always some other thing we want to accomplish, but
Just lean back for a moment today and really comprehend the greatness that you've made
Love you, babe
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Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Nicholas Gary Smith, Rory Quigley
Copyright: Lyrics © SC PUBLISHING DBA SECRETLY CANADIAN PUB., Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Creme

I can't hold your hand this time

I'm the crème de la crème and it's filled to the brim
But you should still go be with him
I can't hold your hand this time
I can't fold my plans this time
We 'bout to hit the cut and get smoky
Hit a couple spots where they know me
I am not a visit to your mommy
I got a couple mamis on call, that's about me

Ask about me, ask about me (ooh)
She ain't got no boundaries
Don't be surprised, baby, look at where ya found me
I'm just as dirty as the shit you see around me
But you can bet they know about us
It's a circus, it's a show around us
Told me she ain't goin' out much
You don't wanna bring your ho around us 'cause trust

I'm the crème de la crème and it's filled to the brim
But you should still go be with him
I can't hold your hand this time
I can't fold my plans this time
We 'bout to hit the cut and get smoky (smoky)
Hit a couple spots where they know me (know me)
I am not a visit to your mommy
I got a couple mamis on call, that's about me

I apologize for making you feel special (ooh)
Eighty proof liquor inside of my blood vessels (ah)
Light beams hit off the side of my watch bezel
Twenty-two and poppin', I feel like I'm on schedule, hey
Don't be so naïve
Don't get in your feelings then try me (uh)
Nothin' wrong with a side piece, hey
Go ahead if you tryna leave
'Cause what's a nine to a dime piece?
What's a headache to a youngin tryna find peace?
What's one girl to a couple Siamese? (Ooh)
What's a chase when they down to come and find me? (Find me)
Never seen her 'round, said she went to Shawnee (huh)
Told me this ain't really my scene
Well, baby, this is my party and the drinks all free
So have a good time, it's on me (why?)

'Cause I'm the crème de la crème and it's filled to the brim
But you should still go be with him
I can't hold your hand this time
I can't fold my plans this time
We 'bout to hit the cut and get smoky
Hit a couple spots where they know me
I am not a visit to your mommy
I got a couple mamis on call, that's about me
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Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Julius Alexander Brown, Nathan Harry II Ward, Shin Hwang
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing






Same Guy

Ooh, yeah

I can't keep lettin' shit slide
Thought that I would change, but I'm the same guy
Blamed it on my youth, but I know I've had time (ooh)
And when it comes to you and I, all that I ever did was tell lies
Am I gon' keep this up 'til I die? (Oh, oh)

Does it add up when you do the bad stuff? Mm-mm
Time keeps movin' past us
If they gon' shoot, then I pray they end up shootin' past us
Temptations that I knew to pass up, but I didn't
When I said I loved you, know I really thought I meant it
Can I go to heaven? Is it time to put my bid in?
I'm no longer a kid, I should probably quit the kiddin'
And the playin'
I wanna do the right thing, man, that's all I'm sayin'
I can't keep blamin' entertainment
And the money and the fame that I been obtainin' (ooh)
There's a reason for these girls that I'm entertainin'

I can't keep lettin' shit slide (can't keep lettin' shit slide)
Thought that I would change, but I'm the same guy
Blamed it on my youth, but I know I've had time (had time)
And when it comes to you and I (ooh), all that I ever did was tell lies
Am I gon' keep this up 'til I die? (Up 'til I die, oh)

These are my confessions, couldn't say it to you
So that's why I booked this session
The company I kept and I slept with
Kept me from bein' all alone with my reflection
Trust me, now I know that you a blessin'
All these white lies are growin' to life-size
I don't wanna split, but I know it's the right time
You don't wanna look, but you know there's a bright side
If you got a feelin' like mine, sing it like

I can't keep lettin' shit slide
Thought that I would change, but I'm the same guy
Blamed it on my youth, but I know I've had time (had time)
And when it comes to you and I (ooh), all that I ever did was tell lies
Am I gon' keep this up 'til I die? (Up 'til I die)

Oh, oh
Ooh, ooh (ayy-ayy)
Ooh, up 'til I die
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, yeah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ayy-ayy
Ooh, oh lord, Jetson made another one
Ah, ah, ah
Ooh lord, Jetson made another one
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Writer: Adam Noah Levine, Brady Watt, Carlos Homs, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Nathan Harry Ii Ward, Nemo Achida, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Route 66

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Right here, mmm

Bitch, I'm from Kentucky but this ain't no f*ckin' Dixie Chicks
This is not Route 66
She step out, take like fifty flicks
I'm way too selective with the folks that I get mixxy with
She said that's a lie, boy
You a thot, thot, thot (ooh)
Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot (hmm)
Think they f*ckin' with me but they not, not, not (hmm)
I just cannot stop
I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop
She came to kick it with her friends
They takin' shots, shots, shots

I'm a hot shot (I'm a hot shot, ayy)
Met her at the club and I took her to the casa (casa)
Get bread nonstop
Know my name, ring a bell like Raja (ooh)
From the city like Rondo, Rajon
But I'm from the white side like Hassan (yeah)
Way too fly but I'm not trying (ooh)
Had y'all's fun but it's my time (ooh)
Chain go bling
I ain't talking 'bout hotline
Young and I got time
But I finally got one, it's about time
Make the whole city shine every time that I shine
Let me know now if you not down
'Cause you left and you not 'round
Need a Julep and a hot brown
Go 'head, let that top down

Bitch, I'm from Kentucky but this ain't no f*ckin' Dixie Chicks
This is not Route 66
She step out, take like fifty flicks
I'm way too selective with the folks that I get mixxy with
She said that's a lie, boy
You a thot, thot, thot (ooh)
Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot (hmm)
Think they f*ckin' with me but they not, not, not (hmm)
I just cannot stop
I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop
She came to kick it with her friends
They takin' shots, shots, shots

Yeah, white gold over my Chrome Hearts
Ten bands sloppy, I ain't got no card
I don't feel nothing for the most part
Fat boy drive this bitch like a go-kart
Slide through the opp blocks shooting out blow darts
I been rich before I signed
Shirt cost five, wear it one time
She don't slurp, get out my ride
Run my city, you can ask my opps
Love my thots with mouths like mops
Shirt off, chains on in a drop
I spent twenty G's for a clock
Put a Bentley GT in my mouth
We don't sell CD's out this house
Still got, hmm-hmm in now
Like what's a drought, drought, drought?

Bitch, I'm from Kentucky but this ain't no f*ckin' Dixie Chicks
This is not Route 66
She step out, take like fifty flicks
I'm way too selective with the folks that I get mixxy with
She said that's a lie, boy
You a thot, thot, thot (ooh)
Just left out the city, it was hot, hot, hot (hmm)
Think they f*ckin' with me but they not, not, not (hmm)
I just cannot stop
I'm 'bout to buy my bro a drop
She came to kick it with her friends
They takin' shots, shots, shots
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Writer: Dondre Moore, George Stone, Jack Harlow, Michael F. Hernandez, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Tyler Herro

Yeah

The ones that hate me the most look just like me
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things
Extreme like BMXing
These boys pussy and they PMSing
People in the city see the movement occurring
And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene"
Damn right, you wanna be in this scene
She at the video tryna be in this scene
Used to fantasize 'bout bein' this seen (seen)
Bluegrass girl but she got big dreams
Can't touch me, I got instincts
Locked in the house, but I'm plottin' things
I brought a gang to the party with me
Five white boys but they not NSYNC (yeah, woo)

F*ck what y'all think
F*ck everything that you say about me
My dawgs like to play Madden and 2K
But one thing they don't do is play about me
My homeboy Tyler, he play in South Beach
He told me this summer he gon' fix my jumper
I told Boi-1da that we might got a thumper
I been tryna pop, now I'm on like Shumpert (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now they on my bumper
Green room chock-full of all my comforts
Hotel room like Heaven on earth
Got angels in my bed with some all-white covers
Ace Pro, Nemo, Lucci and Quiiso, Shloob, Clay, 2for
And I got a few more I call my brothers
I got a lot of flows and they all like butter, ooh (ah)
You know what that means
I came home nice, but I'm goin' back mean
I'm 'bout to globe-trot when they know a vaccine
Motherf*ckers act lost, but they know exactly what's goin' on
Made a mil' and I don't know what to blow it on
I tell the critics, "Shut up," like my show is on
Gave a T-shirt to her, said, "Throw it on"
She one of many high school classmates I'm growin' on (growin' on, growin' on)
My peers ain't poppin', they don't know what's goin' wrong
Y'all well dressed, but you ain't got soul and you just can't sew it on
I'm tryna tell y'all boys, I got a few songs I could sell y'all boys
I tried it back then, it was, "Hell nah, boy" (nah)
Now I'm in a box like a Kellogg's toy (like a, like a, ooh)

The ones that hate me the most look just like me (like me)
You tell me what that means
Make a slick comment and see what that brings
I seen it go down, we can reenact things (let's do it)
Extreme like BMXing
These boys pussy and they PMSing (woo)
People in the city see the movement occurring
And say, "My God, I wanna be in that scene" (that's right)
Damn right, you wanna be in this scene
She at the video tryna be in this scene (scene)
Used to fantasize 'bout bein' this seen
Bluegrass girl, but she got big dreams
Can't touch me, I got instincts
Locked in the house, but I'm plottin' things
I brought a gang to the party with me
Five white boys but they not NSYNC
(No, they not NSYNC, no, they not NSYNC)

Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC
Word to JT, no, they not NSYNC
No, they not NSYNC, no-no
No, they not NSYNC (oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
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Writer: Jackman Thomas Harlow, Jahaan Sweet, Matthew Samuels, Scott Storch, Sean Seaton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, CTM Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Luv Is Dro

Turn off the lights
Let the moonshine through the blinds, I can see fine (turn off, baby, yeah, ayy)
Light a candle
You know that I'm tryna get behind, press on your spine
Girl, you lookin' damn good
I can't even lie I'm mesmerized
It's in you
To me tonight
It's in your eyes, uh
That's that shit I like, yeah
That's that shit I like, uh
That's that shit I like
Baby, put your hair back
That's that shit I like, yeah
That's that shit I like, uh
That's that shit I like
'Cause I wanna see your face
Let the moon shine through the blinds, I can see fine
And, damn, you fine
Don't be nervous
You know that I'm tryna to get behind, press on your spine
Girl, I got you, I got you (I got you)
I can't even lie I'm mesmerized
It's in your eyes

Let me love you slow (slow, ooh, woah)
I'm not in a rush, girl, I'ma love you slow
Take my time tonight
Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro
I'll give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (is dro)
And I'ma love you slow
Take a hit of me baby, baby, baby

Yeah
Know you had a long day, I can see it in your face
And now you just got off of work
The sun is down, it's gettin' late
And now you say you need a break
Girl, you know exactly what I'm 'bout to say
But I won't say a thing, bae
Know this what you need, bae
Hit an instant replay
Yes, I had to get it twice, breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Now take off them denims
Now take off this linen
I need all that missin'
Baby, when you call, I'm dippin'
Pull up to your, pull up to your, pull up to your spot
I'm gon' get you hot
Listen we gon', start with that massage, workin' down your thighs
Baby, I'ma push up on you, feel the size (show me how you feel)
Show me how you feel inside
If that's mine, then tell me that's mine (tell me, tell me it's mine, yeah)
Somebody must've shown you how to ride 'cause (show you how to ride)
You do it right, you're not too wild with it
I take my time with it, mm-hmm

Baby, you should let me love you slow (yeah)
I'm not in a rush, girl (baby, I'ma love you)
I'ma love you slow
Baby, nice and slow, girl
Can I take my time? Plus, girl my love is dro (it's dro)
I give you a rush, see, girl my love is dro (so I'ma take my time, yeah)
And I'ma love you slow

Yeah
Me and Jack and Static
This a motherf*ckin' classic
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Writer: Alonzo Lee Jr., Bryson Tiller, Jack Harlow, Kevin Andre Price, Nathan Ward II, Shamar Daugherty, Stephen Ellis Garrett
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Baxter Avenue

(Hol' up)

My dad built houses, my mom painted pictures
They both gave it up once I came into the picture
Me, I'm like them, just a fifty-fifty mixture
My mom rode horses, she wish I had a sister
I prefer the pen to a hammer or a brush
But I build things up and my imagery is lush
I used to play soccer but I never had the touch
Basketball, too, but I ain't love it that much
Much of my time's spent lookin' for a rush
Tryna find somethin' to afford me that feelin'
I fall in love with girls 'cause they physically appealin'
A couple weeks pass and the convos hit a ceilin'
I've smoked a few blunts, Cookies and Runtz
Gotten high enough to know it isn't what I want
Met the celebrities, seen through the fronts
Dated one girl and I've seen two at once
I ain't upset to be inside for some months
And get back in touch with the person that I was
Know I've given too much of my time to the chase
Tryna get in touch with a person that I lust
So this the perfect time to hang it up
Used to sleep until noon now at nine, I'm wakin' up
More time that I'm inside then the less I want to talk
I don't wanna FaceTime, I ain't tryna say, "What's up?"
Careful with the ways that my time is taken up
Bunch of geeks tryna take the shine away from us
Reachin' for critiques and they tryna say I suck
Got me reminiscin' back to a time I gave a
But my skin's gotten thick since then
And my high school crush has done the same thing
So when this blows over and I'm back home
I'ma tell her that I'm really done playin' games
Seven figures on my bank statements
Seven fellas that I'm that stayin' on the same page with
We been shootin' for the stars and our aim's dangerous
Hasn't been a single thing that the gang can't get
My main thing shall remain nameless
Know they ask about her often but I ain't sayin' shit
There's a level of discretion that I'm maintainin'
She don't understand it but she ain't famous
We gon' see who's still around once the game changes
She's a business woman but I got her playin' favorites
You ain't rootin' for me then I gotta make changes
Ex girls watchin' with a lot of fake pages (a lot of fake pages)
My OG showed me what a Plain Jane is
And a bust down is, now I got a hankerin' to spend a few thousand
KY used to take me up to Icebox when he'd get his jewelry cleaned
They would ask if they could help me and I say, "I'm just browsin'"
Juan worked at Enterprise Rentals discounted
Ville to the A and back, we was puttin' miles in
Always wondered to myself if I could really be the leader
Of a group of brown-skinned boys when I'm not brown-skinned
Certain things they grew up on that they get but I don't get
Differences in how we raised make me feel like I don't fit
Not to mention the distance between our parents' houses
Shared some money with 'em so they know I care about 'em
I'm tryna do it right and figure what a fair amount is
But I fantasize 'bout a day that we all swimmin' in it
No contracts and we independent
Stay close, never start a convo with, "It's been a minute"
'Cause it never will be end of sentence
Nemo, that's my right hand, guides me through my indecisions
Vodka in my left hand takes away my inhibitions
Way too gone but I'm wakin' up in mint condition
Ready for whatever, got the troops with me in position
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Writer: Austin J. Owens, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Sonny Moore, James III Foye
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






WHATS POPPIN (Remix)

What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options (oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (mmh, mmh)
Sportscenter, top ten

I could put the ball in the end zone
Put a bad bitch in the friendzone, ooh
This shit sound like an intro
Jetson, give me that tempo, ooh
Told Pooh he a fool with this shit (he a fool)
Told her don't let her friends know (don't)
In the 'Ville and I move like a don (don)
Eating fettuccine at Vincenzo's
Me and my 'migos got that free smoke
On the West Coast, yeah, I'm talking 'bout pre-rolls (pre-roll)
Dark haired bitch and she look like Shego (she do)
Hometown hero, feeling myself, can't murder my ego (can't do it)
She heard of my deep stroke
She said, "Babe, does it hurt when I deep throat?" (It does)
Certified freak ho, hang around us and she learnin' my lingo
Back then, wasn't worried 'bout me though
In the gym tryna work on my free throw, goddamn
Spending money at the club like Sam's (cha-ching)
Yes, ma'am
She a lil' freak on cam (that's facts)
But she don't put this on the 'Gram (nah)
Lil' boys tryna diss on the 'Gram (ay)
I can't switch on the fam (bitch)
Shit's hot, hit the switch on the fan (hit that shit)

This where my head is (listen)
I feel resentment from every direction
Even some homies be wearing expressions
I be discouraged from sharing my blessings (damn)
We used to share a connection
Now it just feels like it's wearing and stretching
I'm getting real sick of taking advice
From people that never could stare at reflections
Somewhere in there is a lesson
Y'all ain't evolvin', it's very depressing
I'm at the club with the basketball team
Me and the Cardinals are sharing a section (facts)
Gotta cherish the present
I'm drinking water and wearing protection
Got a career and I'm very invested
Some people call it a scary obsession (ooh, period, but)
I like to call it a passion
I can't be sitting relaxin' (nah, I can't)
PG, we getting some traction
I'm at the venue, it's packed in (packed out)
I'm digging her accent
I got a B.B. Simon belt on me and she tryna get it unfastened
That's my type of distraction, that's my type and she Latin (that's facts, ooh)
Got my own flow and I'm 'bout to get a patent
Brand new sheets for the bed, they satin (soft, real soft)
Y'all wasn't tuned in back then (nah)
My swag, they keep jackin' (keep on jackin')
I ain't doin' no verse, quit askin' (quit askin')

What's poppin'? (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Brand new whip just hopped in (just hopped in)
I got options
I could pass that bitch like Stockton (it ain't nothin')
Just joshin'
I'ma spend this holiday locked in (ooh)
My body got rid of them toxins (mmh, mmh)
Sportscenter, top ten
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Writer: Darryl Clemons, Jackman Thomas Harlow, John Wesley Lucas, Tahj Morgan, Nathan II Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






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Harlow shared the story behind the album title: "You know, I've heard it all before. It's taken long enough for me to get to this point that I've developed some thick skin. And so it's really given me a chance to just let everything kinda fly off my shoulder and it doesn't bother me as much. I know who I am. So Thats What They All Say is a response. I've heard it all before. There's nothing you can tell me."
Performed By: Jack Harlow
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): 1st Class, Ayo the Producer, Boi-1da, BRYVN, Buddafly Wolf, Carlos Homs, Chef Boya Dru, Cubeatz, Danny McKinnon, DJ Dahi, EY, Fabio Aguilar, Foreign Teck, Go Grizzly, Harry Fraud, Heavy Mellow, Hit-Boy, Jack LoMastro, Jahaan Sweet, Jasper Harris, Jenius, JetsonMade, J.LBS, Joseph Hodges, Jr., Keanu Beats, Khirye Tyler, LosTheProducer, Mantiz, Mike Wavvs, Nami, Neeko Baby, Neenyo, Paul Blanco, Pooh Beatz, Quintin Gulledge, Rance, Scott Storch, Skrillex, Sonny Digital, Squat Beats, The Trak Starz, VinnyForGood, Wallis Lane
Released: December 11th, 2020
Year: 2020

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