Sitting in the studio contemplating words
I'm a big enthusiast of ever-loving birds
Making up nonsense in increments of thirds
Just kidding, I'm doing it in quarters
I feel like a pirate traveling in waters
Looking for a wife so I can make a bunch of daughters
My wife is a treasure, find her at my alma mater
I can't even figure out what to major in
I started out with physics and it feels like hieroglyphics
Not to get into specifics, but basically it's hard
It's only first semester and I'm feeling like a jester
So to be a good investor, I have to drop my major
Major? That's a real game changer
What the hell you gonna do with you life stranger
To be honest, I don't know. I'm just going with the flow
And I know I have this glow that makes people shit their pants
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
I dropped physics, now I'm happy as f*ck
I don't have the constant want to be hit by a truck
With the ladies, I'm not really having the best of luck
But sometimes, a young nigga just tryna f*ck
Gotta boost my confidence, I'm dealing with the consequence
Of not conforming to societal norms of the past tense
Struggling with identity, isolated like entities
Feeling like an obscenity who's cursed with a sixth sense of music
I know I'm good at this shit, why I gotta pursue a degree in this shit
Why am I stealing the concept that Logic created where
All he would do is just rhyme things with shit
Shit. I got a whole 'nother section. Four bars, what can I rap about
How 'bout the fact that I can't really hide this erection
So hard. I gotta take off my pants.
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Rah V - Pants Lyrics
Rah V - Pants Lyrics
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Sitting in the studio contemplating words
I'm a big enthusiast of ever-loving birds
Making up nonsense in increments of thirds
Just kidding, I'm doing it in quarters
I feel like a pirate traveling in waters
Looking for a wife so I can make a bunch of daughters
My wife is a treasure, find her at my alma mater
I can't even figure out what to major in
I started out with physics and it feels like hieroglyphics
Not to get into specifics, but basically it's hard
It's only first semester and I'm feeling like a jester
So to be a good investor, I have to drop my major
Major? That's a real game changer
What the hell you gonna do with you life stranger
To be honest, I don't know. I'm just going with the flow
And I know I have this glow that makes people shit their pants
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
I dropped physics, now I'm happy as f*ck
I don't have the constant want to be hit by a truck
With the ladies, I'm not really having the best of luck
But sometimes, a young nigga just tryna f*ck
Gotta boost my confidence, I'm dealing with the consequence
Of not conforming to societal norms of the past tense
Struggling with identity, isolated like entities
Feeling like an obscenity who's cursed with a sixth sense of music
I know I'm good at this shit, why I gotta pursue a degree in this shit
Why am I stealing the concept that Logic created where
All he would do is just rhyme things with shit
Shit. I got a whole 'nother section. Four bars, what can I rap about
How 'bout the fact that I can't really hide this erection
So hard. I gotta take off my pants.
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
I'm a big enthusiast of ever-loving birds
Making up nonsense in increments of thirds
Just kidding, I'm doing it in quarters
I feel like a pirate traveling in waters
Looking for a wife so I can make a bunch of daughters
My wife is a treasure, find her at my alma mater
I can't even figure out what to major in
I started out with physics and it feels like hieroglyphics
Not to get into specifics, but basically it's hard
It's only first semester and I'm feeling like a jester
So to be a good investor, I have to drop my major
Major? That's a real game changer
What the hell you gonna do with you life stranger
To be honest, I don't know. I'm just going with the flow
And I know I have this glow that makes people shit their pants
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
I dropped physics, now I'm happy as f*ck
I don't have the constant want to be hit by a truck
With the ladies, I'm not really having the best of luck
But sometimes, a young nigga just tryna f*ck
Gotta boost my confidence, I'm dealing with the consequence
Of not conforming to societal norms of the past tense
Struggling with identity, isolated like entities
Feeling like an obscenity who's cursed with a sixth sense of music
I know I'm good at this shit, why I gotta pursue a degree in this shit
Why am I stealing the concept that Logic created where
All he would do is just rhyme things with shit
Shit. I got a whole 'nother section. Four bars, what can I rap about
How 'bout the fact that I can't really hide this erection
So hard. I gotta take off my pants.
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Pants, filled with a bucket of ants
Dealing with anxieties 'bout how to advance
Advance into this big scary world
Who knew that a man would struggle with his hair curled
Writer: Robert Hite
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
