Yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
Skirtin' like it's NASCAR
Swervin' in a fast car
Skid into your block, can you smell the motherf*ckin' tar?
Talked the shit and I was never sitting in, uh
Bought the fit, but I never fit in, but f*ck it
I'ma pack my bags and move to LA, uh
Buy a diamond ring and wife up my bae
You know, this shit be so strange
Everybody's estranged
Everybody's lookin' like I'm some sort of convict, I'm sorry
I'm not what you think
Yeah, I spent a couple thousand on these Js on my feet
Got Takashi Murakami on me like I'm the spring
Spent another couple thousand on a Cartier ring, yeah
F*ck problems, yeah, I splash it down with alcohol
The rest I go, spending spree at the shoppin' mall
Get away, you don't know me at all
So, why actin' like we tight, when we be cold?
F*ck problems, yeah, I'm fallin' on the f*ckin' floor
Gucci coats? Yeah, I copped about f*ckin' four
I got OCD, no, I won't shake your hand
So, why you actin' nice, when you know how we stand? Yeah
JM, JK, OK, ole
Don't say who I should be 'cause you know that I'ma be the greatest
You heard him say this
You heard what I'ma do, replay this
Don't wanna be boastin' but telling the truth is all okay, right?
Like, who else you know with straight hair so puffy, could be an afro?
Who else you know with teeth so white I'm grinnin' like a psycho?
Who else you see and think, "Oh jeez" I want him to be me
So I can see through his eyes and just be who I be
I be vibin', no terrorisin', I'm on another level
Got so much talent, you think that I sold my soul to devils
I just revel in my greatness instead
'Cause I know that I got so much madness stuffed in my head
I know that I'm the guy you look at and think, "Who the hell is he?"
Well, Timmy B. Lee, let me be me
You see, this my spider's web, y'all just flies caught up in it
This my business and I'm livin'
I smile too much, but you smile too little
I'm not the best or the worst, I'm just Malcolm in the Middle
But, I'm crazy, Josh Kent, a boy like he
Nobody can touch me, as if I'm OCD
Nobody can touch me, as if I'm
Jay Midas - OCD (feat. Josh Kent) Lyrics
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Yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
Skirtin' like it's NASCAR
Swervin' in a fast car
Skid into your block, can you smell the motherf*ckin' tar?
Talked the shit and I was never sitting in, uh
Bought the fit, but I never fit in, but f*ck it
I'ma pack my bags and move to LA, uh
Buy a diamond ring and wife up my bae
You know, this shit be so strange
Everybody's estranged
Everybody's lookin' like I'm some sort of convict, I'm sorry
I'm not what you think
Yeah, I spent a couple thousand on these Js on my feet
Got Takashi Murakami on me like I'm the spring
Spent another couple thousand on a Cartier ring, yeah
F*ck problems, yeah, I splash it down with alcohol
The rest I go, spending spree at the shoppin' mall
Get away, you don't know me at all
So, why actin' like we tight, when we be cold?
F*ck problems, yeah, I'm fallin' on the f*ckin' floor
Gucci coats? Yeah, I copped about f*ckin' four
I got OCD, no, I won't shake your hand
So, why you actin' nice, when you know how we stand? Yeah
JM, JK, OK, ole
Don't say who I should be 'cause you know that I'ma be the greatest
You heard him say this
You heard what I'ma do, replay this
Don't wanna be boastin' but telling the truth is all okay, right?
Like, who else you know with straight hair so puffy, could be an afro?
Who else you know with teeth so white I'm grinnin' like a psycho?
Who else you see and think, "Oh jeez" I want him to be me
So I can see through his eyes and just be who I be
I be vibin', no terrorisin', I'm on another level
Got so much talent, you think that I sold my soul to devils
I just revel in my greatness instead
'Cause I know that I got so much madness stuffed in my head
I know that I'm the guy you look at and think, "Who the hell is he?"
Well, Timmy B. Lee, let me be me
You see, this my spider's web, y'all just flies caught up in it
This my business and I'm livin'
I smile too much, but you smile too little
I'm not the best or the worst, I'm just Malcolm in the Middle
But, I'm crazy, Josh Kent, a boy like he
Nobody can touch me, as if I'm OCD
Nobody can touch me, as if I'm
Yeah, uh, yeah
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
Skirtin' like it's NASCAR
Swervin' in a fast car
Skid into your block, can you smell the motherf*ckin' tar?
Talked the shit and I was never sitting in, uh
Bought the fit, but I never fit in, but f*ck it
I'ma pack my bags and move to LA, uh
Buy a diamond ring and wife up my bae
You know, this shit be so strange
Everybody's estranged
Everybody's lookin' like I'm some sort of convict, I'm sorry
I'm not what you think
Yeah, I spent a couple thousand on these Js on my feet
Got Takashi Murakami on me like I'm the spring
Spent another couple thousand on a Cartier ring, yeah
F*ck problems, yeah, I splash it down with alcohol
The rest I go, spending spree at the shoppin' mall
Get away, you don't know me at all
So, why actin' like we tight, when we be cold?
F*ck problems, yeah, I'm fallin' on the f*ckin' floor
Gucci coats? Yeah, I copped about f*ckin' four
I got OCD, no, I won't shake your hand
So, why you actin' nice, when you know how we stand? Yeah
JM, JK, OK, ole
Don't say who I should be 'cause you know that I'ma be the greatest
You heard him say this
You heard what I'ma do, replay this
Don't wanna be boastin' but telling the truth is all okay, right?
Like, who else you know with straight hair so puffy, could be an afro?
Who else you know with teeth so white I'm grinnin' like a psycho?
Who else you see and think, "Oh jeez" I want him to be me
So I can see through his eyes and just be who I be
I be vibin', no terrorisin', I'm on another level
Got so much talent, you think that I sold my soul to devils
I just revel in my greatness instead
'Cause I know that I got so much madness stuffed in my head
I know that I'm the guy you look at and think, "Who the hell is he?"
Well, Timmy B. Lee, let me be me
You see, this my spider's web, y'all just flies caught up in it
This my business and I'm livin'
I smile too much, but you smile too little
I'm not the best or the worst, I'm just Malcolm in the Middle
But, I'm crazy, Josh Kent, a boy like he
Nobody can touch me, as if I'm OCD
Nobody can touch me, as if I'm
Writer: Joshua Kent, Joshua Middleton
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