[Intro: Bar Keys, Foster]
You move with the feeling
And you sure know how
Girl, I'm out to get your love
And I'm too hot to stop now
Hahaha (ID)
It's the
Superbad intro though
[Superbad clip: Greg, Evan, Seth]
What the fuck, Evan? We're down two points
Fucking calm down, Greg. It's soccer. It's soccer
Fuck you, man
Hey, Greg, why don't you go piss your pants again?
That was, like, eight years ago, asshole
People don't forget
[Verse 1: Foster]
I'm layin' down tracks
And homie, the pocket money 'bouta turn into some racks
I hit these kids with the facts
These bitches used to turn backs
But trust me, they done with that (Yeah)
Now they up in my lap
They wantin' to wear my hat (Better gimme that back)
So turn the volume to the max (Woo!)
These bars so dope, got you drippin' on the wax (Wax)
Lots of people's job just pickin' up some flack
So, please tell me would you rather do this or that? (Uh)
Mix 'n match (Yup)
May 22nd, Joseph Heller, did you get the catch? (Catch)
You a retch
Why you even makin' bets? (Bets)
Boy, I'm playin' for the Yankees, you bitchin' for the Mets
It wasn't really my day
But homie, I'm on my way
And once I get to the top (Top)
I swear that I'm gonna stay
I swear I ain't gettin' paid
No interest in gettin' laid
'Cause I ain't got enough time (Nah)
Or money comin' to play
[Chorus: Foster]
I ain't messin' with the everyday bullshit
Boy, I'm 'bout the facts
('Bout the—) Facts, facts
('Bout the—) Facts
I don't listen to the haters and their nonsense
Boy, I'm 'bout the facts
('Bout the—) Facts, facts
('Bout the—) Facts
When they talkin' shit, homie
I just tell 'em "Pay attention to the facts"
(To the—) Facts, facts
(To the—) Facts
If you wanna get to know me
And you don't wanna be phony
Learn the facts
(Learn the—) Facts, facts
(Learn the—) Facts
[Verse 2: Foster]
It's the
Young Miller
Producers hit me on Twitter
Them other rappers are bitter
And sound like they in the litter (Litter)
Switch hitter
Creativity winner (Uh)
They praisin' me, homie, I'm still a sinner
My bucket list consists of making a living of this
Everywhere I go, I got a pencil in this fist
Writtin' retro shit
Boy, sit back and splits (Sit back)
I knew the ladies love me since I got my first kiss
Go with the flow
Nobody gotta know
As long as you got the talent, then trust me, you gonna blow
You either high or you low
Or maybe stuck in-between
But girl, I can take you higher, just look at my self-esteem
I really am how I seem (Yeah)
I feel like I'm 'bout to make it
I'm startin' to see the dream (Dream)
I got the shot, I'ma take it
I'm rappin' like a machine ('Chine)
Everything, I'ma stake it
To show 'em how much it means
When I let go of the scenes
Daddy was bitchin'
'Cause I was so good at pitchin'
But then he heard 'bout my rappin'
And saw that my shirts were stitchin'
So now the whole family clappin'
And all of my homies wishin'
That mommy was in the kitchen
And callin' 'cause I was missin'
I put down what I was swishin'
And pause the track I was rippin'
I guess it was intermission
But takin' these breaks is riskin'
My chances at makin' millions
I told her my time was tickin'
I had to get back to dishin' these raps
So I could tell 'em—
[Chorus: Foster]
I ain't messin' with the everyday bullshit
Boy, I'm 'bout the facts
('Bout the—) Facts, facts
('Bout the—) Facts
I don't listen to the haters and their nonsense
Boy, I'm 'bout the facts
('Bout the—) Facts, facts
('Bout the—) Facts
When they talkin' shit, homie
I just tell 'em "Pay attention to the facts"
(To the—) Facts, facts
(To the—) Facts
If you wanna get to know me
And you don't wanna be phony
Learn the facts
(Learn the—) Facts, facts
(Learn the—) Facts
[Outro: Foster]
(Learn the facts)
