Sydney Lyrics – Rich Brian
Singer: Rich Brian
Title: Sydney
Flyin out to Sydney, class is on bee’s knees
I’m a doctor’s writing you can never f**kin read me,
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me,
You old news so when I look at you I’m reminiscing
F**k your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O’Neal your pockets on Devito,
You thought that you were running s**t I turn it to the Me show,
an ocean full of drip but you still lost just like you’re Nemo
I can’t stress, I can never stress,
I started caring less and man I’m feeling the effects,
I made myself too proud too many times to feel regrets,
got the shiny rollie b**ch I’m taking my time to reflect like
you ain’t my commodity, no it ain’ too hard to see,
I can’t wait for you to say some s**t that ain’t involved with me,
I’ve been home and making money calls right from my balcony
S**t I don’t care what anybody say long as im proud of me
I came from my bedroom to the motherf**kin stage,
talked to God the other day I told him look at what you made,
it’s a championship I’m getting seven rings in seven days,
your career is like a emo kid its just a f**kin phase
And I can’t wait for you to just get over it,
I’ve been the s**t for long you just too late to notice it,
vlogging cameras man you do everything but focusing,
my mind on January but you still on that October s**t
Flyin out to Sydney, class is on bee’s knees
I’m a doctor’s writing you can never f**kin read me,
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me,
You old news so when I look at you I’m reminiscing
F**k your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O’Neal your pockets on Devito,
You thought that you were running s**t I turn it to the Me show,
an ocean full of drip but you still lost just like you’re Nemo
Jealousy… ain’t got no time for no jealousy
I’m showin’ love and I ain’t tryna hide it the start of you don’t mean the end of me
I hate when people just barely know me but they act like they f**kin invented me
Everybody on their scared to grow s**t I’m on my 8th metamorphoses
my life cannot bother me, I did this s**t properly,
I didn’t let my problems break me that s**t f**kin guided me,
talkin bout you gon do this and that man speak with honesty
your life is like a movie but the trailer’s way too long to see
I don’t write lyrics I be writing scriptures,
my mouth is impulsive when I talk I never think first,
I listen to Lil Wayne his music is my English teacher,
I show my love to legends that’s why I like my own pictures
I do not fix my flaws that s**t’s a part of me
Got different accents cuz I’m always somewhere overseas
I’m just working hard and hope that other people notice it,
Cuz making goals and not accomplishing them’s getting old to me
Flyin out to Sydney, class is on bee’s knees
I’m a doctor’s writing you can never f**kin read me,
I just had my birthday and I wished that I could be me,
You old news so when I look at you I’m reminiscing
F**k your ego, salty like some miso
My pockets on Shaquille O’Neal your pockets on Devito,
You thought that you were running s**t I turn it to the Me show,
an ocean full of drip but you still lost just like you’re Nemo
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