Sundance Freestyle Lyrics

Sundance Freestyle Lyrics

Uh, man, what's the use of the numbers that's on your phone

If you just let the shadow be your friend and you cry alone?

I just got a new crib, copped me a billiardut it's only one pool stick

Got a picture to prove it now

Kissin' after dinner, she call it the foreplay

I call it doin' taste test of my Explore page

Algorithm programmin' always done in poor taste

I take the SIM card out in search of gourmet

Pool fights, swimmin' on a cool night

Lookin' at her, overfantasizin' what her room like

I don't got a single fuckin' problem sayin' goodnight

Every single bad bitch, they eatin' like they ShoeNice

Back in '07, me and Mama in the crib watchin' Top Gun

Now I got these bitches askin' if I wanna pop one

No, get the fuck away

I'd rather be the one to take the fun away

Than to be the kid that's always rollin' every Saturday (Saturday)

I don't judge myself enough

Funds in the bank could make these pills look like Temple Run

Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'

I ain't miss my bro's and sis weddings all for nothin'

Pharrell interviewed me, I ain't even heard In Search Of

I was seventeen, couldn't even sip the bourbon

He said relationships way different in person

Three years later, I was on a date in Berlin

I just took a flight to Utah, man, that's a first time

Walkin' off the plane, steam breathin'

Snow darkened by the shades

I'm just stayin' warm, sippin' on my third wine

Face is gettin' red now (Now, now)

I don't need a sun tan

Press week get you used to hearin' certain questions

Like, "How you feel to be at Sundance?"

Like, "How you feel to be just one man?"

One man reppin' where you from and I'm like, "Nah, man"

Five years ago, I'd be so happy to get five bands for a thirty minute set

Runnin' outta breath before the motherfuckin' song ends (Ends, ends, ends)

And now I'm 'bout to watch my first movie that I shot up in the islands

Surrounded by the audience and my friends

That shit turn everything else into nonsense

To think I'm only on my second project

I ain't here for the contest, I'm just here for the progress

Tell Leo and Brad that I ain't takin' their jobs yet

I'm just playin', man, I ain't got me a nom yet

Not that I'mma need that shit to feel accomplished

Long as I'm breathin' air and my mama happy, I'm smilin' (Smilin')

I don't need the VV's on my neck

But I got space on the wall for the golds, platinums and diamonds

But I'm closin' my eyes, here come the guidance