Sugar Fish
Song by Ollie Joseph
Album
Video Theme
Genre
BPM
85
E
Only time I’m ever cappin’s when the shows sell out
Most of y’all could not imagine being a ghost to clout
Not respected or connected when the modems down
And quick to form to clowns when the hoes around, but me
I’m pennywise, smart with all the money coming in
From the gutter, built it brick by a fuckin brick
I got calluses to prove it, I been heavy lifting
Revealing what was meant to happen, it's already written
She let me hit it to my songs, while she sing along
My exes all got someone new, but we still involved
Can’t wait to text ‘em all the news when I hit the charts
No response to congratulations, ‘cause they missed the mark
Now it’s meetings for releases up at sugar fish
Casted out the catalog, should peep the streams I’m pulling in
Don’t compare me, I am what you coulda, shoulda, woulda did
Claiming you get slept on, but your catalog is full of s***
It’s not a gift, had to get it on my own terms
I designed the blueprint, studied, did the homework
Built the foundation off belief and my own worth
Invested in myself and watched the money hit the growth spurt
On top of that, I’m no longer who she been avoiding
Two hundred texts sent in a row on how her friend will join in
She roll with Wilhelmina models, I got several choices
One going down, the other one rubbing essential oils
On my neck, that’s my vice, the dread
Growing on me, this shit come with lessons, have you question life
Less advice from the people who been blocking doors
Thankful for what I got but respectfully wanting more
Kinda sour, battered by the wave I made, I wash ashore
To find out they been staking claim in lanes I paved, my heart is torn
Do I bypass it, knowing they’ll get stuck in traffic
Or should I just catch em in it, clear the air of all the static
I don’t know, damn it’s hard to reason with with the mirror
A lot of my creation’s what I’m seeing in my peers
I got hits after hits, I should hit em with the combos
Product that they mimic, I’ll be giving to the compost
God knows, I credit myself and not a higher power
God knows, that she f****** with me hoping that I
Write a song about her, and he’s probably right too
‘Cause I’m just starting, ain't no telling what I might d
Most of y’all could not imagine being a ghost to clout
Not respected or connected when the modems down
And quick to form to clowns when the hoes around, but me
I’m pennywise, smart with all the money coming in
From the gutter, built it brick by a fuckin brick
I got calluses to prove it, I been heavy lifting
Revealing what was meant to happen, it's already written
She let me hit it to my songs, while she sing along
My exes all got someone new, but we still involved
Can’t wait to text ‘em all the news when I hit the charts
No response to congratulations, ‘cause they missed the mark
Now it’s meetings for releases up at sugar fish
Casted out the catalog, should peep the streams I’m pulling in
Don’t compare me, I am what you coulda, shoulda, woulda did
Claiming you get slept on, but your catalog is full of s***
It’s not a gift, had to get it on my own terms
I designed the blueprint, studied, did the homework
Built the foundation off belief and my own worth
Invested in myself and watched the money hit the growth spurt
On top of that, I’m no longer who she been avoiding
Two hundred texts sent in a row on how her friend will join in
She roll with Wilhelmina models, I got several choices
One going down, the other one rubbing essential oils
On my neck, that’s my vice, the dread
Growing on me, this shit come with lessons, have you question life
Less advice from the people who been blocking doors
Thankful for what I got but respectfully wanting more
Kinda sour, battered by the wave I made, I wash ashore
To find out they been staking claim in lanes I paved, my heart is torn
Do I bypass it, knowing they’ll get stuck in traffic
Or should I just catch em in it, clear the air of all the static
I don’t know, damn it’s hard to reason with with the mirror
A lot of my creation’s what I’m seeing in my peers
I got hits after hits, I should hit em with the combos
Product that they mimic, I’ll be giving to the compost
God knows, I credit myself and not a higher power
God knows, that she f****** with me hoping that I
Write a song about her, and he’s probably right too
‘Cause I’m just starting, ain't no telling what I might d