"What You Need" by Jana Barros Lyrics

"What You Need" by Jana Barros

Lyrics

Jana:

I'm alright for now, I mean I might roll up kedamine tonight to slow me down, but I will lighten and let you in. Listen while I fill and spit! Oh, shit! Is nothing coming hard enough to make me quit this--- and the dank ain't tight--- have some of this kron, c'mon. It's kriptonight. at my crib, you in a bib to me, you a 6'10 football is all, and didn't you say why that you were sure, guy. I'm the supreme queen of your court, my aim is sitting high. I'm an ex-ginger tender gender, fender bender on the fucking winder you'll be watching my overdose, you're sorta close (meow) and last time, I won't be running oce again into the arms of my honey, you're addicting.

Chorus:
You tell me what you need, I tell you when I got it.
You tell me what you want, I'll tell you what you don't need.
And if the earth were hollow, yall would follow follow follow me.

Now everyone's an authority on what a rapper's supposed to do--- should I cry, borrow, cast wood through your heart. Boo hoo. Do what you feel, gotta deal. Userping 1, it's R.I.P. 2 real.

Jana:

Get on board to New York, bored, room and bored, I'll get. First trip, I switch my out fits when coming out of it. The pitch is in and G.J.B. Cen is like do you runway walk? and meanwhile I'm singin Next to Normal bringing Telsey and Company a little free-style of my musical formal, A plus and it's me, here's Kyle Dean Massesy makin a fuss. It's like cooking tukey bakon lookin at us. We sissle and pop, our fizzle genre hits the spot. and I'm thankful a lot, cus I'm at the Bentley--- tonight--- and you're not. Given it's hot, in a minute this year is rot. almost got a lot---

12 months ago, i was laying low, cushions on the ground pushin candles for sale around. went to jail, where the bookies found, baby to rap I'm bound, a crook cooking cookies and you're a cook, looking nookies, give them the milk and they take the silk, crumbling I will not, hoohah, debate the open lid since I was a kid. You, Romeo, I wrote to yuh good ridants, yall picnics a coup de grace.

Step out of Brooklyn dripping wet with a pizza. I've got a hole in my tred, it's nice to meet yea. Back to the D, I deaded. Party bus express riding free, but back to NYC.

Chorus:
You tell me what you need, I tell you when I got it.
You tell me what you want, I'll tell you what you don't need.
And if the earth were hollow, yall would follow follow follow me.

Jana:

This time last year, we were all three here, yall, dear, SCADEGORIES
Categories drugs, greed, bullet through the chest man,
I thought you bought when you was in need. What was it? The seed? Dead. And now my dog is burried 6 feet deep at the trunk of a tree, but he left a change, free range,
two adderall, and rogaine, the hairline and cocaine, Fair use, I'll share mine. Quip rhyme in this sick time my
roomie Gigi was like a chick, pecked by her poking stick, families fast but friends go quick, weren't we all joking? got choked by her own soaking dick, like too much cock.
But he left a helium sock, So Gretchen walks off, wretching in the shit ass grass of suffocated cells on the self shelf stocked--- and more divides my pain from my brain , it screams; selling candles and it seems my dreams. I sign a contract with Twiggy's contact, Mike Beaty, wants me to show my face at a thing. at the showcase. me, cus I own the place alone, I bring threats and disgrace and I'm at the quickest pace. when I moan, my flyness is shown competitors thrown, and I'm home grown. Yo 2 the crowd of proud producers, my vein is for juicers, calling me insane to the ring with a train of light weights, when I sing---

You tell me what you need, I tell you when I got it.
You tell me what you want, I'll tell you what you don't need.
And if the earth were hollow, yall would follow follow follow me.

Everyone's an authority on what a rapper's supposed to do--- should I cry, borrow, cast wood through your heart. Boo hoo. Do what you feel, gotta deal. Userping 1, it's R.I.P. 2 real.

And if you didn't like Namesake you better go buy it, because this next album, this next one's going to be, 1...2...3... in the D, back to NYC, all about me. And I'm not giving it away for free because it's going to be like having an orgasm but it lasts for twenty minutes. And then I'm going to be so in it, you're going to know who I am, next time you turn on your radio, and you jam.