Karaoke Industry baby av Jack Harlow, Lil Nas X — sjung med på texten på Singa

Industry baby Karaoke

Jack HarlowLil Nas X

LåttextIndustry baby

Baby back, ayy

couple racks, ayy

couple Grammys on him

couple plaques, ayy

That's a fact, ayy

throw it back, ayy

throw it back, ayy

and this one

is for the champions

I ain't lost

since I began yeah

funny how you said

it was the end yeah

Then I went

did it again yeah

I told you long ago

on the road

I got what

they waitin' for

I don't run

from nothin' dog

get your soldiers

tell 'em I ain't layin' low

You was never really

rootin' for me anyway

when I'm back up at the

top I wanna hear you say

He don't run

from nothin' dog

get your soldiers

tell 'em that

the break is over

Uh, need a, uh

need to get

this album done

need a couple

number ones

Need a plaque

on every song

Need me like

one with Nicki now

tell a rap ni**a

"I don't see ya"

I'm a pop ni**a

like Bieber, ha

I don't f**k bi**hes

I'm queer, ha

But these ni**as

bi**hes like Madea

yeah, yeah, yeah

ayy, oh, let's do it

I ain't fall off

I just ain't release

my new s**t

I blew up now

everybody tryna sue me

You call me Nas

but the hood

call me Doobie yeah

and this one

is for the champions

I ain't lost

since I began yeah

funny how you said

it was the end yeah

Then I went

did it again yeah

I told you long ago

on the road

I got what

they waitin' for

I don't run

from nothin' dog

get your soldiers

tell 'em I ain't layin' low

You was never really

rootin' for me anyway

when I'm back up at the

top I wanna hear you say

He don't run

from nothin' dog

get your soldiers

tell 'em that

the break is over

Yeah my track

record so clean

they couldn't wait

to just bash me

I must be gettin'

too flashy

Y'all shouldn't have

let the world gas me

it's too late 'cause

I'm here to stay

and these girls

know that I'm nasty

I sent her back

to her boyfriend

with my handprint

on her ass cheek

City talkin'

we takin' notes

tell 'em all to keep

makin' posts

wish he could but

he can't get close

OG so proud of me

that he chokin' up

while he makin' toasts

I'm the type that

you can't control

Said I would

then I made it so

I don't clear up rumours

Where's y'all

sense of humour?

I'm done makin' jokes

'cause they got old

like baby boomers

turn my haters to

consumers I make vets

feel like they juniors

Say your time

is comin' soon but

just like Oklahoma

mine is comin' sooner

I'm just a late bloomer

I didn't peak

in high school

I'm still out here

gettin' cuter

All these social networks

and computers

got these pu**ies

walkin' 'round like

they ain't losers

I told you long ago

on the road

I got what

they waitin' for

I don't run

from nothin' dog

get your soldiers

tell 'em I ain't layin' low

You was never really

rootin' for me anyway

when I'm back up at the

top I wanna hear you say

He don't run

from nothin' dog

get your soldiers

tell 'em that

the break is over

yeah

I'm the industry baby

mm

I'm the industry baby

yeah

Komposition
Rosario Peter Iv Lenzo, David Biral, Denzel Michael Akil Baptiste, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Nicholas David Lee, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Montero Lamar Hill, Kanye West
Låttext
Rosario Peter Iv Lenzo, David Biral, Denzel Michael Akil Baptiste, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Raul Ignacio Cubina, Nicholas David Lee, Jackman Thomas Harlow, Montero Lamar Hill, Kanye West
Utgivare
Emi Music Publishing Scandinavia Ab, Sony/atv Music Publishing Scandinavia Kb, Atlas Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd, Warner Chappell Music Scand Ab, Universal/mca Music Scand Ab