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Switch Skins lyrics
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Intro
I’m off the late bus, breath cold, hoodie tight Stairwell reek like regret and a fresh fist fight Guitar talk spicy, 808 talk mean Three moods in the same whip, still movin’ as a team Deadass, don’t blink, you miss the whole scheme
Verse 1
I rap on a riff, make it swing like a door slam If you from it, you know it, if not, don’t “bro” man NY with the “deadass,” Philly with the “jawn” ATL with the “slime,” Chicago “on folks”, I’m on LA in my posture, chin up, don’t speak first I been eatin’ off pressure, you still scared of a verse You the type act tough in the chat, go quiet in person I’m the type that don’t post it, I live it, that’s worse
Verse 2
Alt-rock in R&B skin, I’m smooth while it’s loud I don’t gotta bark, watch the room turn around You scream for a clip, I sing for the long run I make a heartbreak sound like a blade in the sun He flex with a shove, I flex with a look I steal your breath easy, then hand it back shook Jhi like… you feelin’ me? Don’t lie, you’re hooked
Pre-chorus
Three styles in one spot, who foldin’ first? Say it to my face, then say it in a verse Little slick talk, little pride, little pain Same heart, new coat, still runnin’ the game
Chorus
Switch skins, still win, say it back, that’s the code Talk that talk, then stand on it, don’t fold We don’t pick a lane, we bend the whole road Switch skins, still win, yeah, that’s the code
Verse 3
R&B in rap skin, I’m croonin’ with a scowl Sweet line, dirty tone, like I’m blessin’ a foul I learned love in a spot where “I miss you” get risky Where you text “you good?” and you mean “don’t get sticky” Rock keep frontin’ like “I’m grit,” cool, show me the miles Rap keep yellin’ “I’m him,” cool, show me the trials You call it talent, nah, this survival with style I was broke with a dream and a phone full of bile
Verse 4
Alt-rock in rap skin, I’m talkin’ slick in melodies I’m pretty with a bite, don’t confuse that for ease You play tough, but you panic when it’s quiet in the room I seen dudes get loud ‘cause they scared of the truth Chicago voice say “stand on it,” I do, no gimmicks ATL say “move smart,” I move like a clinic NY say “don’t drag it,” I don’t, I just end it Philly say “that jawn mine,” I grin like I meant it
Bridge
I had days I felt small in a crowd full of smiles Had to learn how to laugh when it hurt for a while They said “pick one sound,” I said “watch me blend” Then I turned all that doubt into a loud-ass win
Verse 5
Now the rap wanna mosh, the rock wanna slow-dance R&B wanna swing, but it talk with a cold glance We spar in the record like siblings in the kitchen Throw jabs, then we lock in, same mission, new vision You ain’t gotta like me, just don’t play with my name I don’t chase no approval, I chase silence in pain If you ever been counted out, you know that’s a flame Switch skins, still win, now say it again
Chorus
Switch skins, still win, say it back, that’s the code Talk that talk, then stand on it, don’t fold We don’t pick a lane, we bend the whole road Switch skins, still win, yeah, that’s the code
Outro
Let the guitar talk crazy, I’m still on beat Tell a hater “get lost,” don’t step in my street Three voices, one flex, no pause, no truce Switch skins, still win, now what’s your excuse?
Inside the recording
I’m off the late bus, breath cold, hoodie tight Stairwell reek like regret and a fresh fist fight
Three styles in one spot, who foldin’ first? Say it to my face, then say it in a verse
Let the guitar talk crazy, I’m still on beat Tell a hater “get lost,” don’t step in my street
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