Tell Me Why Lyrics by Aviator

Tell Me Why Lyrics by Aviator

(Verse 1)
I get lost socks in the wash,
prolly cuz I’m stuck to the trees like moss,
tell why my weed look like I skinned a muppet,
why my attitude is fuck it – and my rap too boss?
tell me why the mic look right in my arm,
why he look he right in the black and white cons,
why when you weigh both pros and the cons,
that the prose so heavy – I’m a fucking icon,
tell my why i’m right on point every sentence,
tell me you why bite on like you at the dentist,
tell me why I got more head than guiness,
I’ma tell you like Kanye – I’ma let you finish,
but I been had suits tailored swift,
catch me overseas – duty free with a Johnny Walker fifth,
I take the blue label neatly – relish every sip,
and leave the room so discreetly with shorty at the wrist cuz,
ever since I turned real big fish, girls skirts blow up like the 7 year itch, they're taking out the Google droid to take pics,
I’m signing on the boobies boy – it’s real shit,
tell my why I live while I’m young,
please tell me why I play the game spit flame – have fun,
outshine all other stars like the sun,
now I’ma really tell you why young brother – I’m the one

I’m the one, it’s not too late to get tutored, pop a squat baby, yeah, it's bluesy wisdom, running on pure petrol - we keep going? well I got you, yeah

(Verse 2)
I’ma tell you right now I’m not like y’all fools,
not for small talk and not for small moves,
not no novice – y’all artists are hot stool,
I’m on some other shit – murder ink like Ja Rule,
it’s not cool to be all about the hubris,
but rap’s not civil so you know I gotta prove shit,
alphabet flex baby – this is vowel movement,
verbal juggernaut – I am hot exclusive,
tell me why I rock that independent music,
tell me why I got y’all stuck like a glue stick,
tell me why I spit that flame like a charcoal,
tell me why I beat that beat like I’m abusive,
tell my why I’m passionate and why I don’t quit,
tell me why I’m driven – every track is hit,
tell me why I dress in all black - all slick,
while I shave through rap with the blade like Shick,
at this point y’all all like “shit”,
cuz I’m pointed coming off the top like a stalactite,
and I shine through the dark like a flash light,
and I spill real art through the graphite,
this is smart baby – you should get your act right!,
no really – get your act right,
get your shoes get your hat right,
now baby get your math right

rock on cuz we rocking it well,
rock on cuz we rocking it well,
yeah we rocking it well,
rock on cuz we rocking it well,
rock on cuz we rocking it well,
rock right baby...

thank you come again (right),
thank you come again (right)