My password is password all lowercase
Live in the city even though I crave a slower pace
This overcomplicated way of life, I don't relate
I rap, watch the NBA, try to not get overweight
Ay, no code on my cell phone
I'm never creeping, only girl I need is right at home
Bare bones simpleton with a simple grin
Never been a pretty boy, never had the dimple chin
I'm not a winner or a loser, I'm just in between
If I were stadium seating, I'd be the mezzanine
If I were making a pizza, I'd add some extra cheese
If you were making a pizza, I'd share my recipe
I spit a medley of mellow bars on mellow beats
Elegantly nestled elements of every part of speech
Artist with no marketing, you probably never heard of me
I murder every verse without a single trace of urgency
OK, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know where I'd be
An extra special shoutout to me
Yeah, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know who I'd be
An extra special shout out to me
Yo, it's NAHreally cause they won't believe it
Could probably add a question mark, but I don't think I need it
It's tongue in cheek, but really though, it's only half facetious
I look wack, so when I rap it might leave you speechless
Jaw drop, no style with a wild flow
Mild mannered Danny Tanner middle manager, you know?
I'm older than I look, but young enough to be here
Between 21 and 35, just to be unclear
A rolodex of non-sequiturs sits on my desk
Flipping through to find a couple rhymes before the dust collects
Origami salami communist party llama farm
Tom Hardy hardly a martyr partly a Pokémon
The joke is on you if you focus on the things you lack
When no one's there to do it for you, pat your own back
In fact, if I get some accolades to fill my shelf
I'll thank my mother first and then I'll thank my f*cking self
OK, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know where I'd be
An extra special shoutout to me
Yeah, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know who I'd be
An extra special shout out to me
NAHreally - Shoutout To Me Lyrics
NAHreally - Shoutout To Me Lyrics
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My password is password all lowercase
Live in the city even though I crave a slower pace
This overcomplicated way of life, I don't relate
I rap, watch the NBA, try to not get overweight
Ay, no code on my cell phone
I'm never creeping, only girl I need is right at home
Bare bones simpleton with a simple grin
Never been a pretty boy, never had the dimple chin
I'm not a winner or a loser, I'm just in between
If I were stadium seating, I'd be the mezzanine
If I were making a pizza, I'd add some extra cheese
If you were making a pizza, I'd share my recipe
I spit a medley of mellow bars on mellow beats
Elegantly nestled elements of every part of speech
Artist with no marketing, you probably never heard of me
I murder every verse without a single trace of urgency
OK, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know where I'd be
An extra special shoutout to me
Yeah, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know who I'd be
An extra special shout out to me
Yo, it's NAHreally cause they won't believe it
Could probably add a question mark, but I don't think I need it
It's tongue in cheek, but really though, it's only half facetious
I look wack, so when I rap it might leave you speechless
Jaw drop, no style with a wild flow
Mild mannered Danny Tanner middle manager, you know?
I'm older than I look, but young enough to be here
Between 21 and 35, just to be unclear
A rolodex of non-sequiturs sits on my desk
Flipping through to find a couple rhymes before the dust collects
Origami salami communist party llama farm
Tom Hardy hardly a martyr partly a Pokémon
The joke is on you if you focus on the things you lack
When no one's there to do it for you, pat your own back
In fact, if I get some accolades to fill my shelf
I'll thank my mother first and then I'll thank my f*cking self
OK, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know where I'd be
An extra special shoutout to me
Yeah, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know who I'd be
An extra special shout out to me
Live in the city even though I crave a slower pace
This overcomplicated way of life, I don't relate
I rap, watch the NBA, try to not get overweight
Ay, no code on my cell phone
I'm never creeping, only girl I need is right at home
Bare bones simpleton with a simple grin
Never been a pretty boy, never had the dimple chin
I'm not a winner or a loser, I'm just in between
If I were stadium seating, I'd be the mezzanine
If I were making a pizza, I'd add some extra cheese
If you were making a pizza, I'd share my recipe
I spit a medley of mellow bars on mellow beats
Elegantly nestled elements of every part of speech
Artist with no marketing, you probably never heard of me
I murder every verse without a single trace of urgency
OK, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know where I'd be
An extra special shoutout to me
Yeah, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know who I'd be
An extra special shout out to me
Yo, it's NAHreally cause they won't believe it
Could probably add a question mark, but I don't think I need it
It's tongue in cheek, but really though, it's only half facetious
I look wack, so when I rap it might leave you speechless
Jaw drop, no style with a wild flow
Mild mannered Danny Tanner middle manager, you know?
I'm older than I look, but young enough to be here
Between 21 and 35, just to be unclear
A rolodex of non-sequiturs sits on my desk
Flipping through to find a couple rhymes before the dust collects
Origami salami communist party llama farm
Tom Hardy hardly a martyr partly a Pokémon
The joke is on you if you focus on the things you lack
When no one's there to do it for you, pat your own back
In fact, if I get some accolades to fill my shelf
I'll thank my mother first and then I'll thank my f*cking self
OK, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know where I'd be
An extra special shoutout to me
Yeah, shoutout to me
Shoutout to me
Without myself I don't know who I'd be
An extra special shout out to me
Writer: Mike Judd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid