Uptempo by Skipp Whitman Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, skrrt
I mean, we're gonna try this and see what it happens

[Verse]
I'm uptempo like old kicks and disco beats
I got no shits to give none on this whole beat
Unemotionally promotional
Part bulshevik
Kosovo
My Midwest fam be like "don’t you know,"
I live in the valley in So-Cali with no snow tally
So I don’t visit a lot
Hope y'all ain't upset
With me while I prep
Cause the set to me
Is like home now
There’s no known style
As of yet to me
That’s the same
The name ain't original though
So I got Skipps with one
P in they name
Po’d
PA speaker
From here to PA
So I could pose
Y’all a question
Why u try'na fuck with my flow
I only got time for stayin' in shape
And layin' grapes in the freezer
Leave the Ben & Jerry's alone
I pen a sentimental letter to grown folks with no jobs
And tell em get off they phone
From a foam booth directly to the youth who check me
I don’t front
Like usin' a gold correctly
Don't stunt
I'm no tom cruise on his own jump
I'm no pump
I missed
Out on that whole
J. Cole huh?
I can't sit down yet
Til I get found
And flew outta town on a bound jet
For luous
With a couple of twenty two thou checks
My new style
Is loot piles
With or without rest
[Outro]
With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you
With or without you (yeah)
With or without you
I can't live (baby)
With or without you
With or without you