Dizzy (feat. Aminé)

Oh man (oh man)
How many times you came around?
Oh man (oh man)
How many times you change your style?
They really got to break it down
It's really hard to fake it now
Oh yeah (oh yeah)

Look who it is, look who done came through (yeah)
How many times you came around?
Oh, you got a new fit
What, those some frames too? (Yeah)
How many times you change your style?
What that is?
Got a new play?
Oh, they really got to break it down
It's really hard to fake it now
How many times you came around?

Everywhere got that local little "it" nigga
That "Can I kick it?" nigga
Always-new-clique nigga
If there's a new thing
He's always doing it, nigga
Always on that new thing
But don't finish shit, nigga

I think it's time for a couple questions, nigga
Like, "How you ain't never working a shift, nigga?"
Like, "How you wildin' but still pay rent?" (Shit)
But it's simplistic, his parents all rich, nigga
How many times do we got to sing this song?
That we don't want to hear that weak shit no more
And this ain't just a case of, "To each his own"
This nigga pushing 30 trying to get it still

If you would stick your neck out for anything
Why don't you get your girl a little diamond ring?
And maybe buy your kids all some new clothes
'Cause you be staying fresh, but they got holes

Look who it is, look who done came through (yeah)
How many times you came around?
Oh, you got a new fit
What, those some frames too? (Yeah)
How many times you change your style?
What that is?
Got a new play?
Oh, they really got to break it down
It's really hard to fake it now
How many times you came around?

Look, you the type to link and build at a urinal (true)
Your granny died, you taking fit pics at the funeral (true)
You pushing 30, sendin' bad bitches your genitals
Grown men calling Rocky they spirit animal (jeez)
If you don't make it to Paris, your care is critical (take this L)
You call your little homies, "Big bro", and it's pitiful
You in denial, you think that niggas really fuck with you (true)
And when they say they don't, you claiming it's political (true, Ritchie)

Ritchie, the math don't add up (nope)
How the fuck are these niggas on vacation this much? (I don't know)
Tax fraud, daddy's car, man, it's gotta be one (one)
I put that on they Erewhon membership and the air in my lungs (I do)

Look who it is, look who done came through (look)
Every week it's "Mr. This" and "Mr. Me Too"
Your mama in the same crib, you got a new coup (damn)
Priorities fucked up, boy, you is not us

Look who it is, look who done came through (yeah)
How many times you came around?
Oh, you got a new fit
What, those some frames too? (Yeah)
How many times you change your style?
What that is?
Got a new play?
Oh, they really got to break it down
It's really hard to fake it now
How many times you came around?

I'ma need you to do this every time they come around
Can you do the, "Woo!"?
Yeah, yeah, let me hear it (woo!)
Oh yeah
Here they come (woo!)
Look at that nigga right there
Here they come (woo!)



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Aminé Daniel, Alexander Jackson, Nathaniel Ritchie
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