Letra Sundance freestyle Rich Brian

Sundance freestyle

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Man, what's the use of the numbers that's on your phone?
When the beat just like the shadow be your friend and you cry alone
I just got a new crib, caught me a billy
I bet it's only one poof, still got a picture to prove it now
Kissin' after dinner, she call it the foreplay
I call it, "Do and taste", that's on my explore page
Algorithm programming always done in poor taste
I take the SIM card, God, I'm such a gourmet
Pool fights, swimmin' on a cool night
Lookin' at her, overfantasizin' what her room like
I don't got a single fuckin' problem sayin, "Good night"
Every single bad bitch, they eatin' like they ShoeNice
Back in '07, me and mama in the crib watchin' Top Gun
Now I got these bitches askin' if I wanna pop one
No, get the fuck away
I'd rather the one to take the fun away
Than to be the kid that's always rollin' every Saturday (Saturday)
I don't judge myself enough, funds and the baker
Man, these pills are like Temple Run
Runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
I ain't miss my bro's and sis weddings all for nothin'
Pharrell interview me I ain't even heard a search of
I was seventeen, couldn't even sip the bourbon
He said, "Relationships way different in person"
Three years later, I was on a date in Berlin
I just took a flight to Utah, man, that's the first time
Walkin' off the plane, steam breathin' snow darkened by the shades
I'm just stayin' warm, sippin' on my third wine
Face is gettin' red now (Now, now)
I don't need a sun tan, press week
Get you used to hearin' certain questions
Like, "How you feel to be at Sundance?"
Like, "How you feel to be just one man?"
One man, reppin' where you from and I'm like, "Nah, man"
Five years ago, I'd be so happy to get five bands for a thirty minute set
Went in, not a breath before the motherfuckin' song ends (Ends, ends, ends)
And I'm 'bout to watch my first movie that I shot up in the islands
Surrounded by the audience and my friends
That shit turn everything else into nonsense
To think I'm only on my second project
I ain't here for the contest, I'm just here for the progress
Tell Leo and Brad, that I ain't takin' their jobs yet
I'm just playin', man, I ain't got me a nom' yet
Not that I'mma need that shit to feel accomplished
Long as breathin' air, and my mama happy, I'm smilin' (Smilin')
I don't need the VV's on my neck
But I got space on the wall for the golds, platinums and diamonds
When I'm closin' my eyes, here come the guidance