Tranquility Jack Harlow – Testo, traduzione, significato

$2500 plus

A couple utilities

Fuck it

I’ll pay it

Just to keep

The tranquility

Fuck it

I love you

I’ll do anything

For you

Cept settle down

With you

I don’t want

Nobody grilling me

Y’all boys

Lame shit

Killing me

Need to be

Reintroduced to

Humility

I ain’t lookin for

No hip hop credibility

Give a fuck

Who feelin me

I’m feelin me

I’m really him

I’m really that

Remedy

Himothy Chalamet

Pretty girls salivate

On the low

Off the grid

In the cut

Out the way

My prime’s

In full swing

Like a Calaway

I need a dime

Every dollar

New Balance makes

Ain’t bout to let

The world take

My smile away

People that

Betrayed me

Don’t even

Fuckin know

That I know

It’s something that

I just file away

Lost a few m’s

On the festival

Okay

And I can’t wait

To do the second one

All these little

High heels sittin

In the vestibule

Woke up to her

Best friend sleeping

On the sectional

Fans still say

They miss Jack

With the spectacles

Last project

I was giving you

Conceptual

Next project

I’ll be giving you

Exceptional

Fuck everybody

Got me on

Some pansexual

Julie Greenwald

Askin if

I’m on schedule

Label ready for

The next record

I’ll let you know

Bout to ask

Ed Sheeran

What they gave him

Last time that

He went to renegotiate

The decimals

Every day I grow

A little accessible

Less of a

People pleaser

Less flexible

More simplistic

Soulful

Less technical

The world’s

My oyster

I’m bout to

Get my dog

A perpetual

I don’t know why

Some of y’all skeptical

Maybe cause we got

The same passion

But you never

Went professional

I just know it’s

Something bout me

That’s detestable

New G Wagon

That bitch is electrical

The hate got to me

But I had to

Act straight

Like I’m tryna

Seem hetero

Used to kill locals

Now the

Crime scene federal

I’m proud of

What we done

But I’m tryna

Be better though

Cause I don’t think

I’ve really made

Nothing incredible

Lot of hard verses

And a couple regrettable

As far as

Big records go

Yeah

I got a few of those

But I ain’t done

Nothing indisputable

Maybe I’m delusional

I just left

The old me’s funeral

I would turn

The camera on

And give you

More of me

Like I used to do

But something about it

Don’t seem suitable

Something about

Selling myself

Feels so juvenile

400 degrees out

My knees out

Walking round Louisville

Life’s beautiful when

Every impulse you have

Is quite doable

Imma keep telling

The truth

As per usual