If You Ask Me by Miles Powers Lyrics
[VERSE 1 - Miles Powers]
That’s life get used to it
Shit’s so trife, let’s try abusin' shit
Bitch don’t cry, ask why you losin’ friends
I just write, write, write, then screw with it
Have a nightlife like go do some shit
I would take a right, right, right, when I could’ve took a left
Yeah I love the work and the stress
Yeah I love the words and the feelin’
That I get up in my chest when I can’t breath
And I’m feelin’ like I’m blessed but I can’t see
I ain’t feelin' that impressed by your “plan B”
Why you up in law school? What it cost you?
Let me take a motherfuckin’ guess, you ain’t happy
I ain’t ever hit the break, it’s a Grand Prix
You ain’t really gotta stay if you can’t b
I ain’t trippin’ 'bout a thing if you ask me
[HOOK X 2 - Miles Powers]
I ain’t stickin’ to my lane (if you ask me yeah)
Time is tickin’ I can’t wait (for my last week here)
It’s a new day (if you ask me yeah)
I ain’t trippin’ bout a thing if you ask me
[VERSE 2 - Whyandotte]
Jealousy gon’ get the best of me
Who the fuck gave them the recipe?
Bitch your bark and your bite ain’t the same
I ain’t trippin’ to big up your name
Been the best since Thundercat underwear
Ridin' 'round in my mama's old Pontiac!
Danced with the devil and blessed with depression
All my nightmares turned into lessons, oh yeah!
Okay, alright, my head on straight
“Un peu français mais plus anglais”
Rest my feet, been a long day
Runnin’ this shit, I lost my way, ay
And if you ever really wanna doubt me
Go on without me
I’ll be a-okay, a-o, a-okay
A-o, a-o, a-okay
[HOOK X 4 - Miles Powers & Whyandotte]
That’s life get used to it
Shit’s so trife, let’s try abusin' shit
Bitch don’t cry, ask why you losin’ friends
I just write, write, write, then screw with it
Have a nightlife like go do some shit
I would take a right, right, right, when I could’ve took a left
Yeah I love the work and the stress
Yeah I love the words and the feelin’
That I get up in my chest when I can’t breath
And I’m feelin’ like I’m blessed but I can’t see
I ain’t feelin' that impressed by your “plan B”
Why you up in law school? What it cost you?
Let me take a motherfuckin’ guess, you ain’t happy
I ain’t ever hit the break, it’s a Grand Prix
You ain’t really gotta stay if you can’t b
I ain’t trippin’ 'bout a thing if you ask me
[HOOK X 2 - Miles Powers]
I ain’t stickin’ to my lane (if you ask me yeah)
Time is tickin’ I can’t wait (for my last week here)
It’s a new day (if you ask me yeah)
I ain’t trippin’ bout a thing if you ask me
[VERSE 2 - Whyandotte]
Jealousy gon’ get the best of me
Who the fuck gave them the recipe?
Bitch your bark and your bite ain’t the same
I ain’t trippin’ to big up your name
Been the best since Thundercat underwear
Ridin' 'round in my mama's old Pontiac!
Danced with the devil and blessed with depression
All my nightmares turned into lessons, oh yeah!
Okay, alright, my head on straight
“Un peu français mais plus anglais”
Rest my feet, been a long day
Runnin’ this shit, I lost my way, ay
And if you ever really wanna doubt me
Go on without me
I’ll be a-okay, a-o, a-okay
A-o, a-o, a-okay
[HOOK X 4 - Miles Powers & Whyandotte]