LyricsState Fair

Jack Harlow

Last update on: May 10, 2022
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My pet peeve is a camera in my face Have you ever heard of personal space? I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades

But now they starting to recognize the shades Even if you hate me, you would trade You would live this life too ′cause I got it made I like my bed made, soon enough, I'll have a maid When I buy a house, every surface gon′ be suede But for now, I got a concierge downstairs All my neighbors are gray-haired They don't recognize me and I don't think they care But my Postmates can′t believe that I stay here (fuck) I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair Visit my old teachers and tell ′em to take care I might take a whip instead of paying the plane fare I still remember the way there (way there) Ain't a girl in my hometown I can′t have now Buy a building in cash, ain't putting half down The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now (laugh now) Yeah, they fucking with Jack now Look how they act now Look how they act now Look how they act now Look how they act now They fucking with Jack now, they fucking with- Baby, I′m coming home, I know the kids miss me I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey I spent the last 12 months locked in But tonight, I'm content with existing 2015, we was on that Pen Griffey I wanted what he had, but the shoes didn′t fit me Now the city with me and I got the kids listening And I'm a smooth operator by instinct Word to Sade, walking 'round broad day Like hey, with the windows down, I′m on Broadway And it was just a day ago, I was in Daygo like the damn Padres Now I′m at my grandparents letting my grandpa say What he wants to say 'Cause nowadays, I′m in the paper once a day And it ain't always positive, it′s a bunch of things But fuck it, man, I done graduated from younger days And if I ain't running things, soon, I′ll be running things I'm an artist, man, you just make fun of things I'm the hardest, man, y′all don′t know what to say This album's a museum, so please don′t touch a thing It's okay to give me props, don′t make it such a pain It's okay to give me top, don′t make it such a thing Don't get offended if we met and I say, "What's your name?" I been flying ′round the country for 300 days But I ain′t 'bout to justify how I adjust to fame Fuck the fame, from the jump, we ain′t been cut the same I got so much, but I still think about what's unobtained Never been the type for wanting things I want power (I want power) I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour I want my dogs to know that this shit is ours I want respect, I don′t want flowers I know they gon' quote this The flow don′t make no sense, the pocket is potent It used to be potential, but now it's some grown shit Damn, that boy floating, he treat them beats like they oceans All these people wanna greet like we old friends I ain't holding back, tell the media, "Hold this" I know I said I miss you, but I secretly don′t miss I got stories and I′m bringing 'em home with me (Gangsta)

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