State Fair (Clean) - Jack Harlow

Lyrics by：Darryl Clemons/Jack Harlow/José Velazquez/Nathan Ward II/Rogét Chahayed

My pet peeve is a camera in my face

Have you ever heard of personal space

I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades

But now they startin' to recognize the shades

Even if you hate me you would trade

You would live this life too 'cause I got it made

I like my bed made soon enough I'll have a maid

When I buy a house every surface gon' be suede

But for now I got a concierge downstairs

All my neighbors are gray-haired

They don't recognize me and I don't think they care

But my Postmates can't believe that I stay here

F**k

I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair

Visit my old teachers and tell 'em to take care

I might take a whip instead of payin' the plane fare

I still remember the way there

Ain't a girl in my hometown I can't have now

Buy a building in cash ain't puttin' half down

The hate used to get to me I just laugh now

Yeah they f**kin' with Jack now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

Look how they act now

They f**kin' with Jack now they f**kin' with

Mmm pshh

Baby I'm comin' home I know the kids miss me

I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey

I spent the last twelve months locked in

But tonight I'm content with existing

2015 we was on that Pen Griffey

I wanted what he had but the shoes didn't fit me

Now the city with me and I got the kids listening

And I'm a smooth operator by instinct

Word to Sade walkin' 'round broad day

Like hey with the windows down I'm on Broadway

And it was just a day ago I was in Daygo like the d**n Padres

Now I'm at my grandparents' lettin' my grandpa say

What he wants to say

'Cause nowadays I'm in the paper once a day

And it ain't always positive it's a bunch of things

But f**k it man I done graduated from younger days

And if I ain't runnin' things soon I'll be runnin' things

I'm an artist man you just make fun of things

I'm the hardest man y'all don't know what to say

This album's a museum so please don't touch a thing

It's okay to give me props don't make it such a pain

It's okay to give me top don't make it such a thing

Don't get offended if we met and I say What's your name

I been flyin' 'round the country for three hundred days

But I ain't 'bout to justify how I adjust to fame

F**k the fame from the jump we ain't been cut the same

I got so much but I still think about what's unobtained

Never been the type for wantin' things

I want power

I want power

I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour

I want my dogs to know that this s**t is ours

I want respect I don't want flowers

I know they gon' quote this

The flow don't make no sense the pocket is potent

It used to be potential but now it's some grown s**t

D**n that boy floatin' he treat them beats like they oceans

All these people wanna greet like we old friends

I ain't holdin' back tell the media Hold this

I know I said I miss you but I secretly don't miss

I got stories and I'm bringin' 'em home with me

Gangsta