Songtext zu 'Sidney' von Rich Brian

Flyin' out to Sydney
Class is on the bee's knees
I'm a doctor's writing
You can never fuckin' read me
I just had my birthday
And I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you
I'm reminiscing

Fuck your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal
Your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin' shit
I turn it to the me show
An ocean full of drip
But you still lost just like you're Nemo

I can't stress, I can never stress
I started caring less
And man I'm feeling the effects
I made myself too proud too many times
To feel regrets

Got the shiny Rollie, bitch
I'm taking my time to reflect
Like you ain't my commodity
No it ain't too hard to see
I can't wait for you to say some shit that ain't involvin' me
I've been home and makin' money
Calls right from my balcony
Shit, I don't care what anybody say long as I'm proud of me

'Cause I came from my bedroom
To the motherfuckin' stage
Talked to God the other day
I told him: Look at what you made
It's a championship
I'm gettin' seven rings in seven days
Your career just like a emo kid
It's just a fuckin' phase, man
And I can't wait for you to just get over it
I've been the shit for long
You just too late to notice it
Vlogging cameras, man
You do everything but focusin'
My mind on January
But you still on that October shit

Uh, flyin' out to Sydney
Class is on the bee's knees
I'm a doctor's writing
You can never fuckin' read me
I just had my birthday and
I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you
I'm reminiscing

Fuck your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal
Your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin' shit
I turn it to the me show
An ocean full of drip
But you still lost just like you're Nemo

Ayy, jealousy
Ain't got no time for no jealousy
I'm showin' love and I ain't tryna hide it
The start of you don't mean the end of me
I hate when people just barely know me
But they act like they fucking invented me
Everybody on their scared to grow shit
I'm on my eighth metamorphoses
Man, my life cannot bother me

I did this shit properly
I didn't let my problems break me
That shit fucking guided me
Talkin' 'bout you gon' do this, and that
Man speak with honesty
Your life is like a movie
But the trailer's way too long to see (ayy)
I don't write lyrics, I be writin' scriptures
My mouth is impulsive
When I talk, I never think first

I listen to Lil Wayne, his music is my English teacher
I show my love to legends
That's why I like my own pictures
I do not fix my flaws, that shit's a part of me
Got different accents
'Cause I'm always somewhere overseas
I'm just working hard and hope
That other people notice it
'Cause making goals and not accomplishing them's getting old to me (uh)

Uh, flyin' out to Sydney
Class is on the bee's knees
I'm a doctor's writing
You can never fuckin' read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you
I'm reminiscing

Fuck your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O'Neal
Your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin' shit
I turn it to the me show
An ocean full of drip
But you still lost just like you're Nemo