Joe Biden - 1Sinn

Old spice, sleepy Joe on the mic They know the clock stops for Joe and Barack We 'bout to be cookin' You get the pan I get the crock pot Take a look inside your heart Is there any room for me? I won't have to hold my breath 'Til you get down on one knee, because You only want to hold me When I'm looking good enough (come on man) Did you ever feel me? Would you ever picture us? (Grah) Every time I pull my hair Well, it's only out of fear That you'll find me ugly And one day you'll disappear because What's the point of crying? It was never even love (yeah, man) Did you ever want me? Was I ever good enough? (Grah, yeah) The-the boy's a liar (he's tellin' lies) The boy's a liar (say your goodbyes) He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy The boy's a liar (yeah he's a cap) The boy's a liar (go tell him that) He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough Yeah, I'm good enough In my suit, or with my hoodie up Just listen to this verse, folks They say that I'm good enough, grabbin' my duh-duh-duh Thinkin' 'bout shit that I shouldn't (uh) So I tell him there's one of me, he makin' fun of me (ha-ha) His girl is a bum to me (grah) Like that boy is a cap Sayin' he home, but I know where he at, like Bet he blowin' her back Thinkin' 'bout me 'cause he know that ass fat (damn) And it been what it been (huh) Callin' his phone like, yo, send me your pin Duckin' my shit, 'cause he know what I'm on (grah) But when he hit me I'm not gon' respond (grah) But I don't sleep enough without you And I can't eat enough without you (huh) If you don't speak, does that mean we're through? (Huh) Don't like sneaky shit that you do (grah) The-the boy's a liar (he's tellin' lies) The boy's a liar (say your goodbyes) He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy The boy's a liar (yeah he's a cap) The boy's a liar (go tell him that) He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (yeah I'm good enough) Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (in my suit but with my hoodie up) Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (yeah I'm good enough) Good eno-o-ough, good eno-o-ough (in my suit but with my hoodie up) Hearken back to innocent times while we spitting the rhymes For anyone who misses the dimes that's the 2010's Nobody calls the 2010's, the dimes, Joe I do people will, I'm a trendsetter, deal with it Sure man, that's why everyone's moving to Delaware They are looking at the census, oh, I forgot, you're retired Go back to making your little Spotify playlists, ya bum You know I will, and I'll sip my boba tea while I do it Uh, hustle culture is a scam (that's true) And I already quiet quit, actually I quit loud You're out here trying to grind until you hear a voice telling you to walk to the light