XJ-9 by Pink Navel Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, my final evolution is a super boring person
With a hurting to go bald and rock my dad's cap
Got the past pack and I been studying
Floozie sense of nothingness is fading into understanding
I'm banging and my knuckles hanging
Low as I saunter along, I'm that nigga-a
Young queer gorilla stompin' till I soften up to
Many many many figures
I bought the Bishojo on my own though
Took a photo to control those feelings of losing it all
On a rhyme
I stop on a dime like XJ-9’s ship
Then I design ships for Hazbin Hotel stans on TikTok
I scroll till, noticing an old pal with 40 milly views now
How interesting, um
Maybe if I keep it pushing, Navel comes collecting
Shit my shelf is stuffed, and my belt is tucked
And I’ve gained a bit
Savor it, the gator slips
Off of the balcony and then
Offers me a way back to fix it all
And I stoppеd finally rapping about that ball
Uh, actually that was all
Actually that was all
Actually that was all, wow
[Verse 2]
Funny you say that, hey, cat, oh, uh
I caught you code switch, but no I did not notice
For somе it works differently, my thicker tees feel weird now
Stiff and green, the way I seen these people be keeping it real now, oh
Dot
Epic stuff I’m a clear local legend
With a cult classic application
Stamped by many brethren of the unsung
You can call me the dumb one if it gets me in the square
Navel always second guessing, uh, cutting off my hair
And maybe that's the motive
I scripted the opus on a chrome ship, with chrome tabs, and gold lips
Dot, yet again, I’m chronologically saved
Passed the grave on a bad day
And I sang what my dad says, uh
"Dear God, I-I hate to be a tattletale, but
Uh, but the white man is killing again
Hey, dear God, dear god, I hate to be a tattletale
But the white man is killing again"
Uh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, my final evolution is a super boring person
With a hurting to go bald and rock my dad's cap
Got the past pack and I been studying
Floozie sense of nothingness is fading into understanding
I'm banging and my knuckles hanging
Low as I saunter along, I'm that nigga-a
Young queer gorilla stompin' till I soften up to
Many many many figures
I bought the Bishojo on my own though
Took a photo to control those feelings of losing it all
On a rhyme
I stop on a dime like XJ-9’s ship
Then I design ships for Hazbin Hotel stans on TikTok
I scroll till, noticing an old pal with 40 milly views now
How interesting, um
Maybe if I keep it pushing, Navel comes collecting
Shit my shelf is stuffed, and my belt is tucked
And I’ve gained a bit
Savor it, the gator slips
Off of the balcony and then
Offers me a way back to fix it all
And I stoppеd finally rapping about that ball
Uh, actually that was all
Actually that was all
Actually that was all, wow
[Verse 2]
Funny you say that, hey, cat, oh, uh
I caught you code switch, but no I did not notice
For somе it works differently, my thicker tees feel weird now
Stiff and green, the way I seen these people be keeping it real now, oh
Dot
Epic stuff I’m a clear local legend
With a cult classic application
Stamped by many brethren of the unsung
You can call me the dumb one if it gets me in the square
Navel always second guessing, uh, cutting off my hair
And maybe that's the motive
I scripted the opus on a chrome ship, with chrome tabs, and gold lips
Dot, yet again, I’m chronologically saved
Passed the grave on a bad day
And I sang what my dad says, uh
"Dear God, I-I hate to be a tattletale, but
Uh, but the white man is killing again
Hey, dear God, dear god, I hate to be a tattletale
But the white man is killing again"
Uh...