Over Under Lyrics
| Song | Over Under |
| Artist | Sage Francis |
| Album | Copper Gone |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] | |
| You get over me | |
| You get over me | |
| You get over me | |
| You, you | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| 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 ****t 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?” | |
| ****t 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 **** 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 | |
| [Bridge:] | |
| 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) | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| 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 | |
| **** your non-stop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, **** 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 | |
| [Outro:] | |
| 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) |
| Intro: | |
| You get over me | |
| You get over me | |
| You get over me | |
| You, you | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Babygirl I done been over myself out of myself | |
| Over the counter and under the shelf | |
| Into the wildwild hidin' wealth | |
| You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else | |
| Hurled insults to me like that t 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?" | |
| t 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 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 | |
| Middleearth 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 | |
| Bridge: | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 2: | |
| 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 | |
| your nonstop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, 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 callback, 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 | |
| Outro: | |
| Over the counter and under the shelf | |
| Into the wildwild 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 |
| Intro: | |
| You get over me | |
| You get over me | |
| You get over me | |
| You, you | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Babygirl I done been over myself out of myself | |
| Over the counter and under the shelf | |
| Into the wildwild hidin' wealth | |
| You think really gonna tell me to do nothing else | |
| Hurled insults to me like that t 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?" | |
| t 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 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 | |
| Middleearth 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 | |
| Bridge: | |
| 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 | |
| Verse 2: | |
| 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 | |
| your nonstop, toxic, drama carpetbagging, 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 callback, 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 | |
| Outro: | |
| Over the counter and under the shelf | |
| Into the wildwild 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 |
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