Hitchcock Lyrics

Hitchcock - Jack Harlow

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Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa

Ayy

Watchin' Hitchcocks 'til I drift off

Woke up to this beat and let this shit knock

She wan' give top 'til my dick soft

Clockwork every week, and it's like tick-tock

I just hit Atlanta, I got 2for with me

In the cockpit, I might just take him to Pluto with me

If Bruno hit me, we might have to fuck with Mars

And they don't wanna hear me sing, they told me rap those fuckin' bars

Well, alright

Trust, I ain't forgot how to do it

I been in hibernation tryna fuckin' stockpile this music

I heard the shit that y'all been droppin, ' it's monotonous to me

You got a mic inside your room, well, see, that's not how you use it

Y'all fuckin' suck

Keep your distances from me

They should've warned y'all, don't be fuckin' with that kid from Kentucky

I know some hipsters in my city won't admit that they love me

'Cause back when they were my age they wasn't shit except ugly (y'all are ugly as shit, bro)

Chandeliers swingin' through my comfort zone

Standing here thinkin' how we gonna blow

She got the manicured fingers with the butt to go with it

Jeans fitted, yeah, she colder than the London snow

And as for me, I'm just a young one

Walkin', talkin' hundred motions with about a hundred flows

I've been tryna find the next step to make my best friends rich

And you been sittin' around wonderin' if the blunt is rolled

Y'all come and go with them 20-minute dreams

Blown away by a coincidence and wonder what it means

Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read

Like the universe gon' have my back in 2017

You ain't 'bout shit

Feelin' like I'm Reggie Miller, down six

Doin' 90, lookin' out for undercover Crown Vics

Flying out the city, payin' zero dollars roundtrips

Saw her take a picture of me, told her take it down quick

Bitch, I'm from the Lou'

And they know me when they see me ever since I was in school

I should shout-out to my father, know they peep me handle business

All you really gotta know is that I get it from that dude

Shootin' from the Nazareth

We shootin' for that platinum hit

It's Jack from out the Highlands, goin' stupid on these tracks again

I'm movin' with a pack of kids and supervisin' acid trips

Rappers gettin' worse, I think they usin' too much Actavis

It's cool, though

I'm just a guest inside the house of a culture that ain't mine

And I'm just blessed to be around

These kids be talkin' 'bout what's trash

Man, I swear that y'all got some nerve

How you gon' be most opinionated from the suburbs

I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown with the windows down

Ridin' 'round while the stars out and the garden out

This the wrong tree to bark down

Finally snapping on these hoes, and I don't need no hard count, damn