Churchill Downs song by Jack Harlow from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Canada, R&B music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Churchill Downs Meaning
| [[Intro: Jack Harlow] Sometimes when I sit back and really let it register I did everything I said I would, and said it first I mean the world’s in denial, but they all know what I’m headed for Ah [Verse 1: Jack Harlow] We ’bout to feed these youngins to the metaverse Meanwhile I’m over here just tryna pen a verse ‘Cause I’m done bein’ extra with the extroverts The label used to wonder how I’m supposed to stand next to Vert Prolly never thought that I would get these legs to work I work hard, but hard shit don’t need no extra work That’s why I show up in a sweatshirt and let it burn The world’s mine, I just say, “Fuck it, let it turn” The girl’s mine, I just say, “Fuck it, have a turn” The G.O.A.T.s call me to the side like, “Can we have a word?” I could’ve fronted but I did this shit how I preferred (I preferred) Mmm, I know I should be humble, but it’s somethin’ I just haven’t learned Soon enough I have to make these bad habits burn Soon enough we ’bout to come and get the shit we earn You not a fan now, but I remember when you used to be fanned out I’m guessin’ when the whole world loves you, people only got one way to stand out All that time in the kitchen finally panned out I put some flavor in a pot and took the bland out I know my grandpa would have a heart attack if I pulled a hunnid grand out So I’m not gonna pull a hunnid grand out I’m hip-hop, do you fully understand? Fully automatic with the jams and they don’t jam At the shows I’m ’bout to start handin’ out programs ‘Cause y’all need to get with the program I’m a grown-ass man, call me pops Fuck around and take your phone ass man Everybody know Jack, but they don’t know Jack, man They just know I got the flows and the hoes and the packed out shows Ain’t too many cons when you playin’ with the pros ‘Cept for how your life get exposed, but I make that sacrifice for the life that I chose I know in Toronto they got salt for the roads But schools closed in Kentucky, so I like when it snowed The kids carry chopsticks not for rice in the bowl School counselors all know how they life is at home Cold like the Minnesota Vikings at home Before I met Drizzy, I knew he and I would get along But it’s hard to crack jokes when you really want advice I mean, what’s it like to touch gold every time you touch a mic? Touchin’ heights, no one gets a touch in life Fuckin’ right, young bachelor, what’s a wife? Once in a lifetime, ’til I say I want it twice One of a kind, know your everything is one of mine Wanted posters with my face, they know who I’m wanted by , [Interlude: Drake] Yeah Yeah [Verse 2: Drake] Cold hearts and heated floors No parental guidance, I just see divorce Therapy sessions, I’m in the waiting room, readin’ Forbes Abandonment issues I’m gettin’ treated for How much water can I fit under the bridge before it overflows? My son’s gotta learn that forgiveness is a lonely road The cribs on his will like motor homes Niggas love to try and test us like they know what we on Chubb’s got the magazine cover like Rolling Stone ‘Cause we already know how they rock, they throwin’ stones Whenever you gettin’ bigger, there’s growin’ pains I got enough pull to make the city start throwin’ games I’m out here makin’ a mockery I got my realtor out here playin’ Monopoly How can I address you when you don’t own property? They only finesse you when you don’t move properly Destined for the win, but you don’t get a prize out of me I’m destined for the top, but you can’t get a rise out of me Seven-fifty for the round canaries, and they glitterin’ Man, you niggas drop trash, you litterin’ I’m overdeliverin’ to the point, it’s belittlin’ I mean, the PTSD is triggerin’ The profit is sickenin’, the stones is shimmerin’ Came from the north, but I got hot as fuck, so ain’t no shiverin’, yeah Lucky me, people that don’t fuck with me Are linkin’ up with people that don’t fuck with me to fuck with me This shit is gettin’ ugly And every situation is transactional And every thing they sayin’ is irrational And every way they movin’ is promotional Everybody’s actin’ irreplaceable, it’s like they ain’t disposable My urges for revenge are uncontrollable I know we’re gettin’ older though, yeah But I gotta get a nigga back for that, it’s non-negotiable It’s not even debatable I’m gettin’ so rich, my music’s not even relatable I blow her head up, it’s an inflatable Baby blue G class, I feel like a kid again Prayin’ on my downfall don’t make you religious, man All I hear is plug talk comin’ from middleman All I hear is tall tales comin’ from little men When I say “Bitch,” I’m very rarely referrin’ to women Most of the bitches I know are niggas, they not even women I know that sounds like I’m bein’ funny, I’m not even kidding Same ones that say they run the game when they not even in it To be honest, y’all financial situation’s my biggest motivation And how you should take that statement is based on what you makin’ Whips and chains like a dominatrix, wap, pssh If I see ya, I spit in ya faces, ha-tu Daytonas with the green faces Kentucky derby races, my presence in the spot is so abrasive Box at the Churchill Downs, that’s motivation, yeah And shorty like, “You know that boy Jack is goin’ places” , [Outro: Drake] I know Yeah] |
