Its Okay by Eryk Leone Lyrics
[Verse 1]
My reason for being here
Is not the benefactor
But the fact that I subtract
And keep it moving like a tractor
Couple of poke balls, so maybe I can capture
A bitch and take her around half of the world like protractors
You casper
You friendly, and I'm about sicker than asthma
With a wheelchair, and I'm pretty sure, it probably goes faster
Than your grandma
On a hospital bed, dying of cancer
And this music really bad as fuck
I feel my A.i.d.$. flaring up
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)
[Verse 2]
For twenty one years my father treat me like a stranger
He hit me on the jack, and nothing couldn't seem stranger
Than the conversation
He full of shit
Nigga constipation
You speaking to a fucking star
Nigga constellation
I'm quick to tell him bout the glory
No hesitation
And how I did this shit myself
No preservation
Cause I was steady getting hurt
No destination
I'm finna take this dude to hell
I made reservations
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)
[Verse 3]
I peeled a banana, and slipped on a banana peel
I shaved all of my hair
Now I know how Hannah Montana feels
To go from being Disney to popping a whole can of pills
Got a lot of problems
Head spinning like a ferris wheel
Or maybe the inner core
Of Lil'Jon's spinner chain
And if I met Juicy J
He'd probably call me a little "mane"
And if I met Lauryn Hill
She'd probably think that I'm mainstream
And sure that Miss Humphrey would hate that I'm smoking gang green
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)
[Verse 4]
Okay, It's mini fucking verse number four
I started from the bottom like a fucking underscore
I made it to the top
And now these bitches on my cock
Remixed flashing lights
And then somebody called the cops
Eryk Leone, is that Eryk Leone (un uh)
Tell them fucking haters go to hell cause we on
Like some clap on lights
Clap on lights
And if a nigga take my shine
He getting clapped on sight (alright)
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)
My reason for being here
Is not the benefactor
But the fact that I subtract
And keep it moving like a tractor
Couple of poke balls, so maybe I can capture
A bitch and take her around half of the world like protractors
You casper
You friendly, and I'm about sicker than asthma
With a wheelchair, and I'm pretty sure, it probably goes faster
Than your grandma
On a hospital bed, dying of cancer
And this music really bad as fuck
I feel my A.i.d.$. flaring up
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)
[Verse 2]
For twenty one years my father treat me like a stranger
He hit me on the jack, and nothing couldn't seem stranger
Than the conversation
He full of shit
Nigga constipation
You speaking to a fucking star
Nigga constellation
I'm quick to tell him bout the glory
No hesitation
And how I did this shit myself
No preservation
Cause I was steady getting hurt
No destination
I'm finna take this dude to hell
I made reservations
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)
[Verse 3]
I peeled a banana, and slipped on a banana peel
I shaved all of my hair
Now I know how Hannah Montana feels
To go from being Disney to popping a whole can of pills
Got a lot of problems
Head spinning like a ferris wheel
Or maybe the inner core
Of Lil'Jon's spinner chain
And if I met Juicy J
He'd probably call me a little "mane"
And if I met Lauryn Hill
She'd probably think that I'm mainstream
And sure that Miss Humphrey would hate that I'm smoking gang green
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)
[Verse 4]
Okay, It's mini fucking verse number four
I started from the bottom like a fucking underscore
I made it to the top
And now these bitches on my cock
Remixed flashing lights
And then somebody called the cops
Eryk Leone, is that Eryk Leone (un uh)
Tell them fucking haters go to hell cause we on
Like some clap on lights
Clap on lights
And if a nigga take my shine
He getting clapped on sight (alright)
[Hook]
It's Okay (8x)