Paroles de 'INDUSTRY BABY (feat. Lil Nas X)' par Jack Harlow

Baby bet, ayy, couple racks, ayy
Couple Grammys on him, couple plaques, ayy
That's a fact, ayy, throw it back, ayy
Throw it back, ayy

And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I've began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went, did it again, yeah

I told you long ago on the road
I got what they're waiting for
I don't run from nothing, dawg, get your soldiers
Tell 'em I ain't layin' low

You was never really rooting for me, anyway
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
He'll run from nothin', dawg, get your soldiers
Tell 'em that the break is over

Need, uh, need to get this album done
Need a couplе number ones
Need a plaque on еvery song
Need me like one with Nicki now

Tell a rap nigga I don't see ya, huh
I'm a pop nigga like Bieber, huh
I don't fuck bitches, I'm queer, huh
But these niggas bitches like Madea
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, oh, let's do it (oh, let's do it)
I ain't fall off, I just ain't release my new shit
I blew up, now everybody tryna sue me
You call me Nas but the hood call me Doobie, dawg

And this one is for the champions
I ain't lost since I've began, yeah
Funny how you said it was the end, yeah
Then I went did it again, yeah

I told you long ago on the road
I got what they're waiting for
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I got what they're waiting for)
I'll run from nothing, dawg, get your soldiers
Tell 'em I ain't layin' low
(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)

You was never really rooting for me, anyway
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
He'll run from nothin', dawg, get your soldiers
Tell 'em that the break is over

My track record so clean
They come wait and just splash me
I must be gettin' too flashy
Y'all shouldn't have let the world gas me
It's too late, 'cause I'm here to stay
And these girls know that I'm nasty
I sent her back to her boyfriend
With my handprint on her ass cheek

City talkin’, we takin’ notes
Tell ‘em all to keep makin’ posts
Wish he could, but he can’t get close
OG so proud of me
That he chokin’ up while he makin’ toast
I'm the type that you can’t control
Said I would, then I made it so

I don’t clear up rumors (ayy)
Where’s y’all sense of humor? (ayy)
I'm done makin’ jokes
‘Cause they got old like baby boomers
Turn my haters to consumers
I make vets feel like they juniors (juniors)

Say your time is comin’ soon
But just like Oklahoma
Mine is comin’ sooner
I'm just a late bloomer
I didn’t peak in high school
I'm still out here gettin’ cuter (woo)
All these social networks and computers
Got these pussies walkin’ ‘round
Like they ain’t losers

I told you long ago on the road
I got what they're waiting for
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I got what they're waiting for)
I'll run from nothing, dawg, get your soldiers
Tell 'em I ain't layin' low
(Bitch, I ain't runnin' from nowhere)

You was never really rooting for me anyway
When I'm back up at the top, I wanna hear you say
He'll run from nothin', dawg, get your soldiers
Tell 'em that the break is over

Yeah
I'm the industry, baby
I'm the industry, baby
Yeah