Текст песни I'M HIM - Ryan Oakes , Ethan Ross

All black fit like I preach my sins
If you woke up rich, then I guess we're twins
The roof's on fire, but the world still spins
For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him (wait, what?)
Yes, I said I am him
I got all of my haters a small violin
I'm under their skin
I keep rackin' up wins, watch me do it again

I'm the story of the year, at least that's how they gon' spin it
But I been buzzin' for a decade, I don't need 15 minutes
And you might ask around about me and get nothin' but crickets
'Cause I make is silent, but I'm finally finished

I need another round, don't give me the runaround
I don't do no high-fives, if you never hung around
I hope you got nine lives? If I ever swung around
You my reputation, fits, I know you dug around, yeah

Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
I'ma take your place
Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Sorry for the wait

All black fit like I preach my sins
If you woke up rich, then I guess we're twins
The roof's on fire, but the world still spins
For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him (wait, what?)
Yes, I said I am him
I got all of my haters a small violin
I'm under their skin
I keep rackin' up wins, watch me do it again

(It's the motherfuckin' cone gang)

Comin' through the front and they afraid
So they escape through the exit
I take the favorites you mess with and do what they do but best it
I got immaculate swagger and it got my haters affected
Been havin' problems with the law, bitch, I was late to this session
Runnin' through the fields, too swift, villain with my scorn
Runnin' through the hills, blue strip bills when I perform
Same old baggy hoodie on me but this one costed more
Bangin' on 'em–bum, bum, bum–unlock your door (bitch)

All black, fitted up, body bag, zip it up
Autograph titties but contracts, rip 'em up
Bloodthirsty, I'ma need a tall glass, sippin' cup
Unworthy heads, push 'em all back, gettin' buck

All black fit like I preach my sins
If you woke up rich, then I guess we're twins
The roof's on fire, but the world still spins
For the next best thing, and I guess I'm him (wait, what?)
Yes, I said I am him
I got all of my haters a small violin
I'm under their skin
I keep rackin' up wins, watch me do it again