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Saba

"There You Go"

[Verse 1: Saba]
I'm butter like Leopold
Look, I tell 'em to keep it low
I put all my people on
f*ck, whoever be opposed
I'm in a deeper zone than on my last one
Run all of it backwards, you punt
I chose to go for it was in the corridor
Now I'm on choruses (uh), I can never fold
I'm 'bout my coin like the laundry tho'
I get my paper then adios
Youngin' with bars like a audy home
Saba but well known like sabido
Sober but got off a addy doe
I tell the truth on like every song
I drop a classic that's Abbey Road
You can add 'em up
Two under my belt like I'm fat as f*ck
You begging for help like you had enough
We really not into that acting tough
I'm really myself in this, I'm like a out west philanthropist
I write my songs with no cannabis
I'm in the Bay b*tch I'm tapping in
I coulda made what you made if I signed
I'm a independent young black men
I'm at yo head, that's a CAT scan
Not here to kick it no Jack Chan
Random shoutout to my black fans
Listening to it and yelling out pivot
I'm partially studious, partially ignorant
I'm not here for the 15 minutes
All my team is winning, Imma need a minute

[Hook: Saba]
Yeah this n*gga musta lost his f*cking head, n*gga
Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? (Oh)
Since high school I lost all my f*cking friends, n*gga
Where they go? Where they go?
Where they go? Where they go? (Oh)
They point to the lame in the yearbook and be like
There you go, there you go, there you go, there you go!
I guess it's funny cuz I'm pretty much the man now n*gga every
Where I go, where I go, where I go (Oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Saba]
Not to be c*cky but it's a reason they copy me
Copy machine epson, they salty they seasoning
How many times must I do something completely
Out of the seemingly simple, you seen it boy, y'all done seen me
Funny thought y'all was competing
I Petey Pablo my block though, I raise it up like it raised me
I'm talking cluckers and killers we come from customers daily
I Barnes and Noble these pages, my boy from Noble he famous
Half of my boys is on papers, the other half on them stages
Yeah I'm sick as the stage IV, take back the mixing you paid for
You should return all your beats to who made 'em
Because that was not what they made for
I take my words and I wage war, I'm the best out I can assure
I can guarantee it, I just let it be it
I just say less while they say more
I stand my ground like on a fort, winning because I am a sore-
Loser, I maneuver like commuters
The water prolly bluer in the sewer
They want you to drink it like a brewer
You just blew ya chance like you were Bueller
And ya interest, perfect attendance
Was on the bus but now I'm on the tour

[Hook: Saba]
Yeah this n*gga musta lost his f*cking head, n*gga
Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? Where it go? (Oh)
Since high school I lost all my f*cking friends, n*gga
Where they go? Where they go?
Where they go? Where they go? (Oh)
They point to the lame in the year book and be like
There you go, there you go, there you go, there you go!
I guess it's funny cuz I'm pretty much the man now n*gga every
Where I go, where I go, where I go (Oh, oh)

[Outro: Saba]
Yeah there you go, there you go, there you go, there you go
Yeah there you go, there you go, there you go, there you go
Remember that sh*t? Aye, what up Walt?
There you go, there you go, there you go, there you go
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Pivot
PivotGang

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