Flapes — I Get It Now.
Chorus:
Yeah, yeah, yeah…(This time, This Time…)
Flapes… Flapes…
I get it now.
I get it now.
When I stop for a minute and listen to the feeling.
I get it now.
I get it now.
When it’s just you and me and we staring at the ceiling.
I get it now.
I get it now.
When it’s still kinda sunny, in the end it’s just chilly .
I get it now.
I get now.(Hey!)
I hate it now.
I hate now(Wow!)
I get it now.
I get now.(Hey!)
I hate it now.
I hate now(Wow!)
I get it now.
I get now.(Hey!)
I hate it now.
I hate now(Wow!)
Verse 1:
Been to MSK recently, there I was livin'
With a friend of Marcus's, aka doggboy Rodriguez.
The flyest nigga out there, I keep repeatin'
We're gonna make a huge difference, so just wait a minute.
Both kinda in the same lane, in the same place.
Disempowered by the urge to create.
Waiting for our dream ship to go into space.
So, catch up now before it's too late.
As artists, we often face being slept on.
No wonder only 1% finish this marathon.
Dehydration comes in, then you gotta crawl.
Suffering from success, that's DJ Khaled's words.
Adapt or die, the mantra I was prone to.
I tried chasing mass appeal, it led me to no good.
I thought the game was so, what could I do?
The truth is often the same, never brand new.
Persistence is key. Resisting what you not love,
Embrace your inner shit — Everything your hand touches
Turns into gold. Like Rock-A-Fella H.O.V.
Throw your diamonds in the sky, we're going home.
Pre-chorus:
Давай, нормально, я ебану, я ебану еще раз... сверху.
Chorus:
Yeah, yeah, yeah…(This time, This Time…)
Flapes… Flapes…
I get it now.
I get it now.
When I stop for a minute and listen to the feeling.
I get it now.
I get it now.
When it’s just you and me and we staring at the ceiling.
I get it now.
I get it now.
When it’s still kinda sunny, in the end it’s just chilly .
I get it now.
I get now.(Hey!)
I hate it now.
I hate now(Wow!)
I get it now.
I get now.(Hey!)
I hate it now.
I hate now(Wow!)
I get it now.
I get now.(Hey!)
I hate it now.
I hate now(Wow!)
Verse 2:
Stuck at the very end of the chaotic formation.
Me and my friend Frukt having a conversation.
The perspective of the man working at his vocation.
And a young kid having a blast on vacation.
—See, Dens. MSK isn't what it seems to be.
— I don't really get it, man, say what you mean.
—The cost of living here isn't quite cheap.
So wait a second before I completely dive deep
Into the intricacies and other instances,
When I was played, fooled around, turned down like this.
It's hit and miss, if you least resist.
You must do your best.
Damn, I ain't no priest or a preacher for that matter.
Truth be told, my goals, that's what I'm after.
Making my own possibilities. It's called crafting —
It's everywhere.
Yeah man, it's fucking everywhere.
Under his bed or in her lingerie.
Ready to sweep you off your feet.
Like the girl of your dreams, that decided to skip
And gave a kiss on the cheek, man.
I think I went too fucking deep.
Not gonna lie, it's the time to wrap this up quick.
So what's the point? What's the use? I know none of it.
But the path that I took is telling me.
Always strike harder every time you catch a hit.
Jon Jones would be proud, it ain't about the UFC.
Outro:
Still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly.
Staring at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling.
It's still kinda chilly, it's still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly.
Staring at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling.
Still kinda chilly, still kinda chilly.
