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Huh? Video (MV)




Performed By: Wiess
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Aidan Wiess




Wiess - Huh? Lyrics
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Wanna drive but I'm running outta mileage
I got droopy eyelids
I ain't worried bout the popo even when they right behind us
Getting sicker, you can hear it in my sinus but I see the vision clearer
I ain't stricken with the blindness
F*ck a minus, learn addition
I been bred and been conditioned into starting my own business
Mindset always equals winning
So melodramatic, an addict, caffeine and static
Living lives like cinematic
Beats are sick, I'm symptomatic
Easy read like a scholastic, bet you better than me
Won't find a code or find a cheat, I'm gonna specter the beat
Means I killed it for the ones who lack a basic understanding
Whether friends or cast or songs I find that I persist in rambling
Boy it's cool with me that I'm not yet on the map
And I'll shoot a sexy scene with no rubber, that's a wrap
I done tap that, did it and it's not a f*cking figment
I was in it getting vicious and my Kodak's the witness
If it takes a whole damn village, why am I the only one who do it all from front to back from when it's starts until it's done?
Embarrassing myself, drinking till I need some help
I'm the northwest menace accumulating some wealth
Necklace homemade, I'm talking hippy dippy hippy shit
Diary of a pretty kid, I'm way too f*cking feeling it
Oh that's hella interesting
Deleted browser history
Assembling the Scooby gang to solve this f*cking mystery
One hand up for all the things that I know
I'm talking ten toes down for all the things that I don't
Let my progress do the talking
Slip into the vans I walk in
All the content that I'm dropping
With no fans I still be popping
Got a grandpa who got off on a technicality
When he got caught growing weed back in 1970, yeah
Carry me cause I'm an optimist, I'm so on top of it
Concerned with where the profit is and how well does my coffin fit
Outta f*cking sympathy
I'll write a f*cking symphony
I've had it with the lames, dominate, dilute the industry
Never given up, leave these hoes all petrified
Does it mean I made when my Instagram is verified?
I make pop, I make rock, I make dance, I don't stop
All these plans, righteous hands, coordinating each drop
Act like I'm the only man on the planet
You can't stand it
You could say that it's luck, but we both know that I planned it
Now that I think about it, cannot allow it
Yeah you hate to be outted
Well go ahead and you can pout bitch
I ain't even in it for the clout bitch
Better watch your mouth bitch
Going at it six years, tell me how's it sounding
I was raised around the mountains
Name is Wiess won't let you mispronounce it
Ain't a clock, then ah shit, I'm f*cking bouncing
[02:29.60]Ain't a clock, then ah shit, I'm f*cking bouncing [02:32.11]
Tell me how it's sounding
Ain't a clock, then ah shit, I'm f*cking out bitch
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Wanna drive but I'm running outta mileage
I got droopy eyelids
I ain't worried bout the popo even when they right behind us
Getting sicker, you can hear it in my sinus but I see the vision clearer
I ain't stricken with the blindness
F*ck a minus, learn addition
I been bred and been conditioned into starting my own business
Mindset always equals winning
So melodramatic, an addict, caffeine and static
Living lives like cinematic
Beats are sick, I'm symptomatic
Easy read like a scholastic, bet you better than me
Won't find a code or find a cheat, I'm gonna specter the beat
Means I killed it for the ones who lack a basic understanding
Whether friends or cast or songs I find that I persist in rambling
Boy it's cool with me that I'm not yet on the map
And I'll shoot a sexy scene with no rubber, that's a wrap
I done tap that, did it and it's not a f*cking figment
I was in it getting vicious and my Kodak's the witness
If it takes a whole damn village, why am I the only one who do it all from front to back from when it's starts until it's done?
Embarrassing myself, drinking till I need some help
I'm the northwest menace accumulating some wealth
Necklace homemade, I'm talking hippy dippy hippy shit
Diary of a pretty kid, I'm way too f*cking feeling it
Oh that's hella interesting
Deleted browser history
Assembling the Scooby gang to solve this f*cking mystery
One hand up for all the things that I know
I'm talking ten toes down for all the things that I don't
Let my progress do the talking
Slip into the vans I walk in
All the content that I'm dropping
With no fans I still be popping
Got a grandpa who got off on a technicality
When he got caught growing weed back in 1970, yeah
Carry me cause I'm an optimist, I'm so on top of it
Concerned with where the profit is and how well does my coffin fit
Outta f*cking sympathy
I'll write a f*cking symphony
I've had it with the lames, dominate, dilute the industry
Never given up, leave these hoes all petrified
Does it mean I made when my Instagram is verified?
I make pop, I make rock, I make dance, I don't stop
All these plans, righteous hands, coordinating each drop
Act like I'm the only man on the planet
You can't stand it
You could say that it's luck, but we both know that I planned it
Now that I think about it, cannot allow it
Yeah you hate to be outted
Well go ahead and you can pout bitch
I ain't even in it for the clout bitch
Better watch your mouth bitch
Going at it six years, tell me how's it sounding
I was raised around the mountains
Name is Wiess won't let you mispronounce it
Ain't a clock, then ah shit, I'm f*cking bouncing
[02:29.60]Ain't a clock, then ah shit, I'm f*cking bouncing [02:32.11]
Tell me how it's sounding
Ain't a clock, then ah shit, I'm f*cking out bitch
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Writer: Aidan Wiess
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