Yada Yada ft. DDwili Lyrics

It's Jayme Fortune with DDwili, that's me, let's go

All I hear is yada, yada, part of me want your dollar

Pardon me but if you've got a second to spare

Play my new record, 'til your speakers pop

I don't wish to be a bother but I still got bills to pay

They don't wait for me to call 'em, really wish it worked like that

Wouldn't have to try my best to earn it back

Pay me at a job that I hate, more like tolerate to be exact

I count cash out of the till, 'til I get a bag

Skinny money, people saying just give it to me, never start with please

Never thank you for the service you provided it was sweet

They don't got no time to wait, you're the reason why they're late

Every time you hesitate, they've prepared to stampede

Is this part of your plan to make my life a living hell

You right I'm sabotaging your life so might as well

My life's purpose to bring you such terrible news

Like your coffee was on its way now it's soaked in my shoes

I think they got it right, wait that ain't espresso it's Sprite

It's getting busy sorry ma'am could you step to the side

I don't care if you don't like me, I won't bully others

We don't fit in where they tell us we ain't cookie cutter

I'm living life to the fullest, I know my days are numbered

So now I'm making music in hopes that I'll be discovered

I know it will if I keep my feet planted like Alice

I'll keep on chasing my white rabbit before it vanish

Why you asking me, why I have to leave

I don't want this anymore, it's no good for me

I'm not usually so damn cautious

So let me go (Go, go, go, go)

I don't want this anymore (No, no, no, no)

I don't want this anymore

My work has me gaslighted like it was a government secret

Down in the dumps hounding me go jump in the deep end

It's evening, haven't seen the light all day

If I was one to guess I say my grind's steadily soaring

But I'm feeling kind of sore and I want to be sitting

But I'm playing tug of war with my dog in the kitchen

Baby's at the table and I'm hounding for kisses

As we prep for a show and we're counting the tickets

This is for the single mother raising three kids

For every college student trying to pay off debt quick

For the entertainers, co-creators who motivate us

People out there holding it down as educators

This one for the fathers who show up to every game

Entrepreneurs turning a profit to make bank

To all my haters, why hold back it's for you suckers too

And for the dedicated who never doubted the w

Have you ever been so exhausted that relaxing was a chore

Whenever the soul detoxes your distractions as rewards

See I'm feeling the signs of a wounded beast

That will soon decrease to a tune I need (That tempo that soul)

That's what I mean (That mental limbo)

One without direction selecting just exactly what I resurrect with

Whether a new game plus or a new way of

Expanding the noggin yeah, enhancing the stock of the elements

With intelligence to fathom, people telling me I'm batshit

But that's what happens when you're hell bent on passion (Yeah)

You can try but you can't combat it, no

You can fly but you have to flap quick, woah

Used to think I was a Dwili in this rat race

Now with Fortune I have faith and not last place

Why you asking me, why I have to leave

I don't want this anymore, it's no good for me

I'm not usually so damn cautious so let me go

This one for the fathers who show up to every game

Entrepreneurs turning a profit to make bank

To all my haters, why hold back it's for you suckers too

And for the dedicated who never doubted the w

Why you asking me, why I have to leave

I don't want this anymore, it's no good for me

I'm not usually so damn cautious, so let me go