JACK HARLOW - TRANQUILITY LYRICS

[Intro]

Tsh, tsh, tsh

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[Verse]

Twenty-five hundred plus a couple utilities

Fuck it, I'll pay it just to keep the tranquility

Fuck it, I love ya, I'll do anything for you

'Cept settle down with you

I don't want nobody grillin' me

Y'all boys' lame shit killin' me

Need to be reintroduced to humility

I ain't lookin' for no hip-hop credibility

Give a fuck who feelin' me, I'm feelin' me

I'm really him, I'm really that remedy

Himothée Chalamet, pretty girls salivate

On the low, off the grid, in the cut, out the way

My prime's in full swing like a Callaway

I need a dime every dollar New Balance makes

Ain't 'bout to let the world takе my smile away

People that bеtrayed me don't even fuckin' know that I know

It's somethin' that I just file away

Lost a few M's on the festival

Okay, and I can't wait to do the second one

All these little high heels sittin' in the vestibule

Woke up to her best friend sleeping on the sectional

Fans still say they miss Jack with the spectacles

Last project, I was givin' you conceptual

Next project, I'll be givin' you exceptional

Fuck everybody, got me on some pansexual

Julie Greenwald askin' if I'm on schedule

Label ready for the next record, I'll let you know

'Bout to ask Ed Sheeran what they gave him

Last time that he went to renegotiate the decimals

Every day I grow a little less accessible

Less of a people pleaser, less flexible

More simplistic, soulful, less technical

The world's my oyster, I'm 'bout to get my dog a Perpetual

I don't know why some of y'all skeptical

Maybe 'cause we got the same passion, but you never went professional

I just know it's somethin' 'bout me that's detestable

New G-Wagon, that bitch is electrical

The hate got to me, but I had to act straight, like I'm tryna seem hetero

Used to kill locals, now the crime scene federal

I'm proud of what we done, but I'm tryna be better though

'Cause I don't think I've really made nothin' incredible

Lot of hard verses and a couple regrettable

As far as big records go, yeah, I got a few of those

But I ain't done nothin' indisputable

Maybe I'm delusional

I just left the old me's funeral

I would turn the camera on and give you more of me like I used to do

But somethin' 'bout it don't seem suitable

Somethin' 'bout selling myself feels so juvenile

Four hundred degrees out, my knees out walking 'round Louisville

Life's beautiful when every impulse you have is quite doable

I'ma keep tellin' the truth as per usual

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[Outro]

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