POTATO lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA]
That's you, that's you, that's you
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Uh

[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
How you rappin' all your life and you ain't profit? (Yeah)
How you claim to be a punk and you ain't moshin'? (For real)
How you tryna book a tour but you ain't poppin'? (Yeah)
n*gga think he Steph Curry (Yeah), boy, you Ilgauskas (Yeah)
Pop filter, bump stockin'
One shot turn Steve Bannon into ***** ******* (Yeah)
R. Kelly, gigolo, I'm dough pilin'
But I don't f*ck with little kids, b*tch, I ain't Woody Allen (Hm)
Now how you let a n*gga run you out your own city? (Hm)
How you never catch a win, but you catchin' feelings?
I ain't tryna have debates, I just bait b*tches (Yeah)
Put a price on your head, send my n*ggas fishin'
Boy, you really Craig Mack but you think you Diddy
Put this f*ck n*gga in a bag, he the new Missy (Haha)
How you let a **** n*gga call you n*gga?

[Break: JPEGMAFIA]
That's you, that's you, that's you (Hahaha)
That's you, that's you, that's you, that's you
[Verse 2: Freaky]
How you let 'em tap dance up around your feelings?
How you let him act mad? Really, he indifferent
How you check the NASDAQ, but can't split the chicken
Alright, let me start it over, uh
How you let 'em tap dance up around your feelings?
How you let him act mad? Really, he indifferent
How you check the NASDAQ, but can't split the chicken
Smokin' on...
Uh, okay
How you let 'em tap dance up around your feelings?
How you let him act mad? Really, he indifferent
How you check the NASDAQ, but can't split the chicken
Smokin' on that back bag, this is not my chicken
Swear to God that Baghdad, four points, I'm so dippin'
Why the f*ck he act like that? Tell me what he sippin'
Tell that boy that bag back in his f*ckin' feelings
Tell me why he act like that in the feelin' ceilin'
Came through with that patty pat no matter what I'm spittin'
To where as though the fact that, that boy, yeah, he gifted
Smokin' on that, yeah, yeah, that boy, he lifted
All your raps is "Yeah yeah", all I hear is "Uh-uh"

[Break: JPEGMAFIA]
That's you, that's you, that's you, that's you
f*ck
[Verse 3: JPEGMAFIA]
How you wanna be the Fry but you really Bender? (Yeah)
I'm a Pretty Little Liar but I'm really Spencer (Yeah)
No other mentors (Psh), we the private dancers
Magic Mike and pretty Peggy with the fake splendor
I'm a big spender, also a big 'tender
Little thang in the boot, young Dutch van der
Self-harm, self-taught
sh*t, I'm f*ckin' this sh*t up (That's you, that's you, that's you)
Uh (Hol' up, man) Uh
How you wanna be the Fry but you really Bender? (Yeah)
I'm a Pretty Little Liar but I'm really Spencer (Chyuh)
No other mentors (Uh), we the private dancers
Magic Mike and pretty Peggy, fake splendor (Damn, Peggy)
I'm a big spender, also a big pretender
Little thang in the boot, young Dutch van der
Self-harm, self-taught, self-soothed (Self-soothed)
Got a list last night 'cause of 'shrooms (The 'shrooms)
High stakes, big shotty, it's DOOM (Yeah)
(Uh, I got a pus*y line) High stakes, big shotty, it's DOOM

[Outro: JPEGMAFIA]
Motherf*cker (Nasty)
Had to put that nasty in there for the ladies
Nasty
Wait, lemme do it, lemme do it one more time
Say, uh, hard