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Sydney by Rich Brian


[Intro]
Uhh
[Chorus]
Flyin’ out to Sydney
Class is on a bee’s knees
I’m a doctor’s writing, you can never f**kin’ read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you, I’m reminiscing
f**k your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O’Neal, your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin’ sh*t, I turn it to the Me show
An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you’re Nemo
[Verse 1]
I can’t stress, I can never stress
I started caring less and man I’m feeling the effects
I made myself too proud too many times to feel regrets
Got the shiny rollie, b**ch I’m taking my time to reflect like
You ain’t my commodity, no it ain’t too hard to see
I can’t wait for you to say some sh*t that ain’t involvin’ me
I’ve been home and makin’ money, calls right from my balcony
sh*t, I don’t care what anybody say long as I’m proud of me
‘Cause I came from my bedroom to the motherf**kin’ stage
Talked to God the other day, I told him, “Look at what you made”
It’s a championship, I’m gettin’ seven rings in seven days
Your career just like a emo kid, it’s just a f**kin’ phase, man
[Pre-Chorus]
And I can’t wait for you to just get over it
I’ve been the sh*t for long, you just too late to notice it
Vlogging cameras, man, you do everything but focusin’
My mind on January, but you still on that October sh*t (Uhh)
[Chorus]
Flyin’ out to Sydney
Class is on a bee’s knees
I’m a doctor’s writing, you can never f**kin’ read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you, I’m reminiscing
f**k your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O’Neal, your pockets on DeVito
You thought that you were runnin’ sh*t, I turn it to the Me show
An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you’re Nemo
[Verse 2]
Ayy, jealousy, ain’t got no time for no jealousy
I’m showin’ love and I ain’t tryna hide it
The start of you don’t mean the end of me
I hate when people just barely know me, but they act like they f**king invented me
Everybody on their scared to grow sh*t, I’m on my 8th metamorphoses
Man, my life cannot bother me, I did this sh*t properly
I didn’t let my problems break me, that sh*t f**king guided me
Talkin’ ’bout you gon’ do this, and that, man speak with honesty
Your life is like a movie, but the trailer’s way too long to see (Ayy)
I don’t write lyrics, I be writin’ scriptures
My mouth is impulsive, when I talk, I never think first
I listen to Lil Wayne, his music is my English teacher
I show my love to legends, that’s why I like my own pictures
[Pre-Chorus]
I do not fix my flaws, that sh*t’s a part of me
Got different accents, ’cause I’m always somewhere overseas
I’m just working hard and hope that other people notice it
‘Cause making goals and not accomplishing them’s getting old to me (Uhh)
[Chorus]
Flyin’ out to Sydney
Class is on a bee’s knees
I’m a doctor’s writing, you can never f**kin’ read me
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me
You old news, so when I look at you, I’m reminiscing
f**k your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O’Neal your pockets on Devito
You thought that you were runnin’ sh*t, I turn it to the Me show
An ocean full of drip, but you still lost just like you’re Nemo



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