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Pep Talk Lyrics
[Intro]
You're a gold getting go-getter
Go get your—
[Hook]
You’re a gold-getting go-getter
Go get your fly swatter, fool
You got flows, you’d think Moses part your water too
If you fold, lose your phone, that’s just your water moon
Take it slow, sib, you owe it to you, take it easy
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy, take it slow
Take it easy, take it easy, take it slow, but take it
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy, take it slow
Take it easy, take it easy, take it slow, but take it
[Verse 1]
You’re a gold-getting go-getter
Go get your fly swatter
GOLF all on your sweater, green like “You know better!”
Gals all on your bed, but guys all in your head
The goat every trimester (I mean, not really though)
Forgive you if you cry, mister, or miss
Got five blisters, you pissed
Bloody ankles in your new Tims got you shakin’ like T–(redacted)
Knees quaking, not accustomed to the vacancy there is
Got you praying to You Is, or rather I Am
Knots imported from Siam
Tryna take you to Tie-land
(Remember that one time in your Ford?)
No, no, now, you’re lying
Drive Toyota, no Priuses
(I mean, Priuses— fuck!)
You probably got biases
Your world, your archdiocese
But plebes’ll stay trying thee, eyeing thee
[Pre-hook]
You could use a pep talk now & then
You could use a pep talk now & then
You could use a pep talk now & then
Strictly speakin’ in the second person
[Hook]
You’re a gold-getting go-getter
Go get your fly swatter, fool
You got flows, you’d think Moses part your water too
If you fold, lose your phone, that’s just your water moon
Take it slow, sib, you owe it to you, take it easy
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy, take it slow
Take it easy, take it easy, take it slow, but take it
Take it easy, take it easy, take it easy, take it slow
Take it easy, take it easy, take it slow, but take it
[Verse 2: Ric Wilson]
Take it easy, Ric, take it slow
My mind racin’ and ignorin’ where they tell me to go
Lil tabasco, I been spicy with the ego since a rascal
Tryna crack the capsule, been a hassle since the tassel
But I’m asking Mr. Battle-In-My-Mental
Being gentle, ‘cause the body is a rental of the soul
Got my goals locked, like the twisties in my fro
Flirting with the highs, I don’t conversate with lows
Mr. Soul Bounce, tell us where your head is
‘Cause your mind is like a palace, and your heart is like an atlas
So come and look closer, and see where you had me fucked up
Hate us or love us, but you could never touch us, woah