State Fair 作词 : Darryl Clemons/Jack Harlow/Jose Velazquez/Nathan Ward II/Rogét Chahayed 作曲 : Darryl Clemons/Jack Harlow/Jose Velazquez/Nathan Ward II/Rogét Chahayed My pet peave is a camera in my face Have you ever heard of personal space? I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades But now they start to recognize the shades Even if you hate me you would trade You would live this life too 'cause I got it made I like my bed made, soon enough I have a maid When I buy a house, every surface gon' be swade But for now I got a [?] downstairs All my neighbors are grey haired They don't recognize me and I don't think they care But my post-mates can't believe that I stay here (**** 'em) I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair Visit my old teachers and tell them to take care I might take a whip instead of paying the plane fair I still remember the way there Ain't no girl in my hometown I can't have now Buy a buliding in cash, ain't putting half down The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now Yeah, they ****in' with Jack now Look how they act now Look how they act now Look how they act now Look how they act now They ****in' with Jack now, they ****in' with Baby, I'm comin' home, I know the kids miss me I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey I spent the last twelve months locked in But tonight I'm content with existing 2015 we was on the Pen Griffey I wonder what he had but the shoes didn't fit me Now the city with me and I got the kids listening And I'm a smooth operator by insticts Word to Sade walkin' down Broadway Like hey, with the windows down, I'm on broadway And it was just a day ago like the damn Now I'm at my grandparents letting my grandpa say what he wants to say 'Cause nowadays I'm in the paper once a day And it ain't always positive it's a bunch of things But **** it mane I done graduated from younger days And if I ain't runnin' things soon I'll be running things I'm an artist mane You just make fun of things I'm the artist man y'all don't know what to say This album is a museum So please don't touch a thing It's okay to give me props Don't make it such a pain It's okay to give me top Don't make it such a thing Don't get offended If we met and I set "What your name" I be flying around the country for 300 days But I ain't bout to justify how i justify the fame **** the fame From the jump we ain't be cut the same I got so much but I still think about what's unobtained Never been the type for wanting things I want power (I want power) I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour I want my dogs to know that this shit is ours I want respect, I don't want flowers I know they gon' quote this, the flow don't make no sense, the pocket is potent It used to be potential but now it's some grown shit Damn that boy floating he treat them beats like it's oceans All these people wanna greet like we old friends I ain't holding back, tell the media to hold this I know I said I miss you but I secretly don't miss I got stories and I'm bringing 'em home with me