Letra de ' Tranquility ' de Jack Harlow

Tsh, tsh, tsh
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Twenty-five hundred plus a couple utilities
Fuck it, I'll pay it just to keep the tranquility
Fuck it, I love ya, I'll do anything for you
'Cept settle down with you
I don't want nobody grillin' me
Y'all boys' lame shit killin' 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
Himothée Chalamet, pretty girls salivate
On the low, off the grid, in the cut, out the way
My prime's in full swing like a Callaway
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 somethin' 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 givin' you conceptual
Next project, I'll be givin' 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 less 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 somethin' '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 nothin' 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 nothin' 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 somethin' 'bout it don't seem suitable
Somethin' 'bout selling myself feels so juvenile
Four hundred degrees out, my knees out walking 'round Louisville
Life's beautiful when every impulse you have is quite doable
I'ma keep tellin' the truth as per usual

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