Energy (REMIX) Jack Harlow
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[Intro: DJ Jah Walton & Jack Harlow]
Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward"
You requested it, so we rewind
Yeah, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way up, way up
[Hook]
I got enemies, got a couple enemies
Got a couple people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take away from a fella
But I think you are way to fuckin' jealous
[Verse 1]
Stirrin' up the pot, now I'm praying that these bitches got a problem with me
They talk a lot of envy, no that shit does not offend me
Stop pretending, I can like you being honest with me
Tellin' me what I should change, you just out here droppin' pennies
And I don't need your two cents, uh
High stakes on me like the top floor, Ruth's Chris, ruthless
I might just leave the booth lit
I can feel the irritation, call that shit a new sense
I got girls in real life that say I'm doin' too much
That I'm annoying and they hate me and my music, it sucks
I know people online that say ya boy is a lame
But when I see 'em in the halls, they avoidin' my gaze
It's kinda funny to me, I mean like, honestly though
You talk a lot about your music when you droppin' that, though
Ain't got time for the wannabes, I don't care for these rookies
I know you're mad, 'cause your girl is out here wearin' my hoodie
Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward"
You requested it, so we rewind
Yeah, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way, way up, way up
[Hook]
I got enemies, got a couple enemies
Got a couple people tryna drain me of this energy
They tryna take away from a fella
But I think you are way to fuckin' jealous
[Verse 1]
Stirrin' up the pot, now I'm praying that these bitches got a problem with me
They talk a lot of envy, no that shit does not offend me
Stop pretending, I can like you being honest with me
Tellin' me what I should change, you just out here droppin' pennies
And I don't need your two cents, uh
High stakes on me like the top floor, Ruth's Chris, ruthless
I might just leave the booth lit
I can feel the irritation, call that shit a new sense
I got girls in real life that say I'm doin' too much
That I'm annoying and they hate me and my music, it sucks
I know people online that say ya boy is a lame
But when I see 'em in the halls, they avoidin' my gaze
It's kinda funny to me, I mean like, honestly though
You talk a lot about your music when you droppin' that, though
Ain't got time for the wannabes, I don't care for these rookies
I know you're mad, 'cause your girl is out here wearin' my hoodie
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