Jack Harlow – Dark Knight

Now we in the house, finna bring it around the block
Only thing I’m trying to do is keep this shit jumping
Except for that week I had strep throat
Right before I did this, I was feeling burnt out
I don’t hang ten, I’m ten toes down
She don’t listen to the lyrics, but she fuck with my voice
I ain’t really fucking with you hype beasts
Like a thief in the night, finna pick your pockets
If you looking for the flows or the hits, I got it
Told me that we living different lives right now
Riding through the city with the windows down
Your boyfriend a tool, that’s a Kobalt
Chicken finger plate for the road, dog
Even when it’s really something they could come to enjoy
I don’t really be in no shindigs
2for’s on it, man the kid psychotic
Really you can keep it like the coleslaw
So I turned this motherfucker to a pole vault
When I’m in the booth, make the snow fall
Really though, I put it on everything
Something like Timmy, I’ma one-take on it
Know they wanna hang, but we hanging them out to dry
Boy, I know this shit’s hot, no one takes on it
Premier shorty, turn me on like she hit the reset on me
I ain’t been happy since 13
Now the whole city ’bout to get burnt down
Guess he never seen this shit coming
She a little older, then think she be coming
Know this shit boom when we come down south and I had to bring my own Lil Metro
Bring the beat back like the overalls
I got one-hundred situations that I want to exploit and I’ma do it
Funny how it all works out
When the sun goes down I’ma creep up on it
Baptized, every time
Got me thinking maybe I was thinking inside the box
Right back to it never left though
I don’t ride waves, I don’t switch no sound
Heard that you was talking ’bout him right there
Cyhi told me how to deal with the writers block
Had a little song I was gonna put first but boy, god damn, this an intro now
Last night, when she leave the crib she get
Last life, know I had to beat it down
That’s right, riding through the city on my
All these frat boys won’t fuck with the boy
One name on it, bring the beat to me I’ma come skate on it
Heard that you was working on a mixtape
Ain’t nobody in my class, check the role call
When I graduated, it was recess for me
Boy I swear to god you better switch pronouns