Music Video
Hardest Intro of All Time - Forsyth live at the Static Monkey Studios
Top Songs By Forsyth
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Forsyth
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Forsyth Atkinson
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lorenzo Trindade
Produzent:in
Lyrics
ok stars eye view on deck
Round 4 you know I’m a vet
What’s more I’m feeling even more inspired
Gotta keep a foot on they neck
All these words I’ve written in text
think I’m better off saving my breath
I’m deading off that humble brag
This time gotta hit em with a Flex
No S upon my chest
But it’s F And F to the death
And that’s whisky all on my breath
You know that helps with the stress
I’m equipped for any and all tests
I’m full court with my press
I just do more and talk less
And I’m signing all my own checks
Exit light enter night
My best lie, I’m alright
Haunted in the dead of night
So play this shit loud when I die
Hardest intro of all time cracking heads like, “what up”
Fucking with my vibes and I need y’all to shut up
Chef Roy Choi the way the boy cut up
Couple screws loose, heard them say I’m a nutter
Heating up now I’mma glide like butter
Hear me clearly, I did not stutter
Pusha T and a P I think I’m gunna
Fucking up the rap game for the whole summer
Time to show em where the road meets rubber
Y’all a mess, I gotta clean up the clutter
5 mill plus getting geeked on the numbers
4th lap still looking mean, keep running
3 different flows on the beat, too talented
Feeling like the one, sheesh
All this TikTok, your music flip flops
It’s got me kissing my teeth, sheesh
I must go beast
Big dawg y’all more like Maltese
I gas V make tires screech
88 Caprice blowing cool AC
Like honestly who cool like me
Honestly who do the do like me?
Honestly
Who’s dropping records at breakneck pace
And still maintaining consistency
Ugh
I’ve snapped the paradigm, stop comparing mine
My mind works like a clock and it’s my time
Penny for my thoughts but I’d rather charge a dime
Your workflow is killing time, besides
I got business shit I’ve got to tend to
I got family all on my mental
So just watch your mouth, no dental
I might son a rapper, no parental
Dawg, you don’t know what I’ve been through
These highs, lows, and incidentals
So if I come across temperamental
Just know I did not mean to offend you
Weeding jokers out my deck
Till I get respect, it’s foot on necks
I’m feeling stressed but very blessed
It’s a gift and a curse, always thinking what’s next
And now granny’s gone, I’m a mess
And my ma just adds to the stress
And to add to all these regrets
I had to cut that bitch off on text
And my dad died from that drink
I used to pour it out down the sink
So if you want to talk religion
You best not ask what I think
Stars Eye View
It’s Forsyth to the death
It’s what it is, was, and always will be
Truly me
You don’t have to like it, I love it
You don’t feel it then you feel nothing
Either I’m dreaming or my time is coming
Yes
Capping on captions till they release one
Better run it back, tell ‘em delete one
You want success? The hill is a steep one
They speak of action I ain’t never seen none
Get out of my lane, might beep beep one
I’m a young phenom, I’m who put me on
King like Leon, king to a peon
Shit ain’t sweet but still I dream on
Wooohh man
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Written by: James Forsyth Atkinson
