Over Under

You get over me

You get over me

You get over me

You, you

Babygirl I done been over myself (out of myself)

Over the counter and under the shelf

Into the wild-wild hidin' wealth

You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else

Hurled insults to me like that shit helps

Got a malleable muscle in my chest

Yes it breaks (it heals) it freezes (it melts)

It sees itself in the worst of light

And it curses the day that I learned to write

The guys are all “Do you even lift bro?”

Shit no I don’t, girls are like “Ew

He drive a Prius, he saving money, he’s hoarding cash

Who does he think he is?

What’s the point of living if you can’t ball and flash?" (Balderdash!)

Even more than half of them broads don’t have a passport

I’m a citizen of the world, girl, I couldn’t take you there if you asked for it

Oh I know, get over myself, all you see is me holding myself

What you don’t see is an OG oak tree protecting the forest like nobody else

I pop that lumberjack venemous beard, had a gold digger won by the end of the year

I let it get so long I could fuck it, after that I’ll let you cut it

Shyeah, I’m over myself so much that I’m just looking down on myself

As I watch everybody try to bad talk pride

And they constantly strive to be proud of themselves

Follow the beat of another conundrum

Get out of the heat, rent a cottage in London

I’m on a retreat and I’m under the assumption

No matter where I go there I am

Middle-earth excursion, head to New Zealand

Shoot for the stars and I’m breaking the ceiling

Center of the Universe, can’t shake the feeling no matter where I go there I am

Honey I been over myself, out of my self

Extra extra large, rocking sexy socks with garter belts

You ain’t really gots to tell me nothing (you already said)

You ain’t really gots to say Nathan (god damn broken record)

Oh I know, I know I let myself go

I simply slipped through my own pathetic crib

Can never really get a firm grasp of my true inner glow

But tell me the truth, you’re more pissed that I let go of you cause it was overdue

In person your life don’t look nearly as well put together as all your photos do

But that’s ok but eventually, since you push me, since you press me

Fuck your non-stop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, fuck your selfie

Oh I’m the pig, you’re trying to strangle me in a blanket though

You’re a GMO seed of breed in my organic garden

Wanting my resources to make it grow (oh hell no)

It’s a courtesy call-back, let the pilot fly

I’ll be your emergency contact if you’ll be my ride or die

Could’ve followed the pride and then follow the footsteps

Out of my mind I'm not out of the woods yet

I’m trying to find a location that’s good yet

No matter where I go there I am

Over the counter and under the shelf

Into the wild-wild hidin wealth

You ain't really got to tell me to do nothing else

Cause I've heard it all before from a sharper tongue with a lot more scorn

Performing self flagellation with improper form until the copper’s gone

(Over myself, out of myself)

(Extra extra large)