Resume Lyrics

Alright, run it

Hmm, oh

What do I want my life to be?

Fake love and some fake shit?

How do I want this song to sing?

Should I repeat the verse until it hurts the bit?

What about when they bump to my beat?

Huh, confirmed classic, yeah, I stay different (it's different)

What do I want my resume to be?

A hat trick of degrees and a job paying six figures? (c'mon, c'mon)

Fuck it

We run around getting checks for some boxes (boxes)

Thinking that'll bring us to the top is (ooh)

Out of our minds, but I can guarantee that you're still gon' catch people trying to find

Bunch of different accolades to add to the page

Wanting to ascend some fake mountain

Then your bitch cheat on you, your boy dip on you, again

You're looking for a different outcome but damn (damn)

You gotta be the one who's making the change

'Cause if you're not, then you're gonna be the one left in the chains, ha, yeah

Fuck a mountain, stop doubting

Your own perception is your own downturn, uh

Stop thinking, stop drinking

All you gotta do is listen, listen to you (that's all you gotta do)

Follow your purpose and it gon' be worth it

I promise you, promise you

Sing to yourself in the mirror, fuck all the non-believers

Trust in your gut, don't give a fuck, that's what you gotta do

And don't feel attacked when they gon' react to the shit that you're gonna do

It's your page, so pick a font (pick a font)

It's your life, so take what you want (go and take it)

Fuck a 20 year plan, just grab a pen and ink down what you think, transcribe it (man)

If imma be Ernest, Hemingway started with a purpose

Like The Old Man and the Sea, imma sacrifice, so don't test me (don't test me, ha)

I've been cooking up my own way to do it (ooh)

Living a dream, yeah you know I stay lucid (ooh)

You would've that I was DiCaprio the way that I plant seeds

I sew tapestries, it starts with a seam like

But I ain't directed by Chris Nolan, I'm rolling singular

Directed, written, produced by me

While bitches online posting quotes trying to be Socrates, ha

Or some other motherfucker way smarter than me

Yeah, you might be touching a button but don't get it

Twisted, it's just a screen (c'mon, c'mon)

While you're on IG going post to post

I be thinking that you Devin Hester with the most

But you're not: you're foggy, hazy, trying to see

But, I am me, motherfucker, I ain't trying to be (I'm just me)

Shit, of course I'm figuring out still what my life gon' be

How my songs gon' sing, how my beats gon' lay

What my resume gon' look like when I die someday

But since you're blind already, listen closely, 'cause for now my plan is

Imma take the last two letters of the song name

'Cause that's the truth of what I know

And what I am

Follow your purpose and it gon' be worth it

I promise you, promise you

Sing to yourself in the mirror, fuck all the non-believers

Trust in your gut, don't give a fuck, that's what you gotta do

And don't feel attacked when they gon' react to the shit that you're gonna do