W.A.L.E. - Narciss-her/Spaceship Lyrics
[Intro: George Constanza & (Jerry Seinfeld)]So attractive one day, not attractive the next(Have you come across this?)Yes, I am familiar with this syndrome. She's a two-face[Hook]Look, hear me out, unhNarcissism, narciss-herShe follow trends and all the gimmicksCaught up in opinions, need attentionShe gon' say she didn'tWho the ***** you think you kiddin'[Post-Hook]She do it for you, she do it for youShe do it for you, she do it for you[Verse 1]Miss Atlanta, how do you manage?See me as a dollar, see you as a challengeSee that the world is ours, hoping I be your balanceLife is a beach, I know it, better hope I can be your towelThink about it, narciss-herThrive on attention, despite she need genuine loveShe like "did you like all my pictures?"There for my woman, down for no *****esSure as your body on IG cry when misogyny get yaI don't get ya, you and your picturesI mean you are a god to me girlBut if all these *****es is in your businessWhy you so gassed for followers[Hook][Post-Hook][Intermission: Wale]Wait hol'up, hol'up, hold that, hol'up, hol'upPull that upThis a mixtape, I can't give them more of thatMaybe in March, maybe in marchIf they want it bad enoughNext"Spaceship Freestyle"[Verse 1]Unh, unh, unh, bounceHa, lookSecond place, I can't do itWhich is why I'm working through itI'm just tryna get my squad through itWhile these niggas tryna add salt to itGoing through a little mood with a fewLord can you help a brotha get throughMomma still gettin' on me, I should quit before'em I graduate that schoolI love a shoe, I hate the featA lot of Karats, betakarotenI can guarantee NovemberGuarantee instead of carrying me, these niggas carry TMean muggin', y'all muggin'I make an instrumental kick a bucketSpittin' something these niggas'll ***** withIt's funny, them drums, they bustin' to kill your percussionHeaven knows Hell liesThat's why my heart, paralyzeI wear it out on my sleeveYet I feel, not a thingNot a thing, badaboom, badabingBomboozed by the weakWho am I to weep?Ran through some goose, just to by the GWhen I'm sober I don't like to thinkWith all these niggas, with all these hoes***** all these niggas, make me sound haters with audioBut you make sure you tell them all "adios"Cause I make sure I'm grinding like I was brokeThough I ain't rich, know getting closeAnd it won't go anemic, my iron closeEven when I go Caesar, these hoes'll knowWhen they with me, they know they gon' overdoseSee my thoughts is deep and my flow is dopeYou far from official, you open courtAnd I'm high as a forward that jump at the quarterYou might as well forfeit, you forfeit sortThat's all I gotOG shit
