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wale lyrics : "The Intro About Nothing"

[Wale:] Time to clock in, baby
[Jerry Seinfeld:] Yeah
[Wale:] You ready?

[Jerry Seinfeld:] Yes, I was ready last time
[Wale:] We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this:

Lord, my all, what you think of it?
Been on this long road accumulating luggage

As time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing

Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished
Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many ^!$$%s
So I keep my circle small, you need reduction

Never too much friends, what is your circumference?
I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better
Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive

Gubana made the level, and I never missed a supper
But still my hunger's like a $#[email protected] model at a buffet
I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any better

But dollar signs never mind, and he keep a zero
And if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaks
And leave the room when a ^!$$% try to sleep with 'em

Getting high, getting by, watching time fly
Tell my ^!$$%s, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride
Young, wild ^!$$% living the dream

Although I'm not who I'm destined to be
They keep saying, "Grow up"


I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yet

But in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my %#@! in check
And %#@! get easier when dreams of chasing respect
Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set

Getting high, getting by as my mind fly
Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass time
And on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your side

And if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five
Severed ties with any ^!$$% who covet mine
And all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyes

But I gotta do it, these ^!$$%s need provocative music
And as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence
Rapping and music, a bunch of (*##$es acting too foolish

You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly
Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud
It's a shame ^!$$%s lame, but I'mma hold it down

Let my bread roll, never let my friends go
That's why I let these dreads grow, I'll never fit your $#[email protected] crown
Getting high, getting by, watching time fly

Tell these ^!$$%s I'mma get 'em every other time
Young, wild ^!$$%s sit in your seat
Know every weekend every liquor for free

[?] (*##$, I sow what I reap
Double M genius, make these (*##$es so deep
I make these ^!$$%s' opinion on younger lyricists consistently weak

Put my cardio in the audio, you missin' the beat
I'm out, standing in every avenue, I'm good in the streets
Outstanding, %#@!ting on ^!$$%s, but you sit when you pee

Hold up

I figure, they don't care nothing 'bout albums. So why not give 'em an album about - [chuckles].

Hey, you better sing that %#@!, ^!$$%. This how you start the mother$#[email protected] show. [?]
The moons in the mother$#[email protected]' sky, all rise


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