Andy Mineo

Lyrics to Jackson Pollock

Andy Mineo



Okay, where should I begin?

It's dark outside, it's ominous

When I had no dough, ate ramen with

A whole lotta Ritz, now I'm convinced

That I'm content, but I gotta get

A whole lot 'fore my time is spent

And I'm diving in what the Psalmist writ

I'm feeling myself like Madonna did

Quarantine when the virus hit

I'm like, where did my commas went?

Got a hide out like Osama crib

That spring break kid with no common sense

Therapy for the trauma lived

Oh, that's where all of my dollars spent!

That's Miner League, the E-N-T

And I ain't talkin' sinuses

I don't make threats, I make promises

And I don't go flex on accomplishments

Man, right now that's what time it is

And I'm climbin' sorta like climate is

Or a pilot that just did two lines of

Blow inside of the private jet

And the thing go "pyoom"

Never Land II, gotta drop that soon

Runnin' on fume

I ain't gassed up, I'm confident

I ain't gassed up, look when I'm driving in

It's electric, kid bought a Tesla

Well, not yet, but it's on my checklist

Pre-ordered that, yeah, I'm invested

Waiting for mine come in, timing man

Patience, that's what the lesson

They salty like Epsom, they don't like me

But they gotta respect 'em

'Fore I leave I'ma leave an impression

R-I-P to the beat, I stretched it out

Don't smoke weed, but I'm extra loud

Me and wifey bought an extra house

Just in case I wanna exit out

Money don't grow on trees, but it grow on me

'Cause I go throw seed in the ground, yeah, huh

Everybody talkin' 'bout they YOLO living

Don't know what go with it

Don't happen automatic, gotta get up, go get it

Miner League Co in it, don't ya see the code in it

I'm so cold with it, so prolific

When it come to the flow, I'm Pro Bowl with it

Gon' respect my name, cinco ocho with it

Every single one of my bars got a gold ticket

Yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah

No, I'm not finished, just started

Nonna told me, go mangia

Feel like Mike Vick with the option

Y'all send blitz, I'm gettin' outta pocket

Yeah, I'll trend pick, I'm pickin' my flowers

Y'all been gettin' sour

Y'all blend with the cowards

But I'm right back in it, no, I can't lose

Can't walk in 'em or tie my shoes

Already know what side I choose

What's that I hear? Sideline boos?

Y'all ain't even the game like put me in coach

Takin' shots but I'm Dikembe

Then do my dance in the endzone