Routine - Jack Harlow

I was pillow talking with my ex, she said you not how I remember you

Lost inside the sexting, I forgot who I was ventin' to

My homie’s favorite rapper Kanye West since we was little

So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout 'fore he went to school

My shit too clean, turned this to a routine

Yeah, I turned this to a routine

Boy, my shit too clean, turned this to a routine

Yeah I turned this to a routine

Take me out of this coma

Tell me now who this person is

Take back my diploma

Lord knows I ain’t earn that shit

In the field with them cobras

In the field like it’s first and ten

Momma catch my aroma, know my company on that herbal shit

Ain’t been home in two weeks

Turn this beat to looseleaf

Going through the mood swings when you care more

She don’t make time when she got time we just facetime

But she beautiful, like real talk though

She come right after that 8−9 so I’m stuck on her

I’m so gone off her

Might lay in bed with some other girl and talk about her after I bust on her

Like, what you think I should do?

I was pillow talking with my ex, she said you not how I remember you

Lost inside the sexting, I forgot who I was ventin' to

My homie’s favorite rapper Kanye West since we was little

So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout 'for he went to school

My shit too clean, turned this to a routine

Yeah, I turned this to a routine

Boy, my shit too clean, turned this to a routine

Yeah I turned this to a routine

Might hit your girl on my daily schedule

Hit the gas, I’m gon' break the pedal

Don’t hit my phone 'cause I’m changing levels

Just because we talk and I ain’t made a move to get up in your pants don’t make

you special

I got the pistol though, shit can fit ya throat, just in case you wanna taste

the metal

You ain’t have to say all that

Damn it, I been on my shit

Since about 11 years old I been setting these goals and I handle them like it

ain’t shit

My mom introduced me to Outkast and I done examined Aquemini since

I’m in the pocket, they sending the blitz

Know I’m gon' scramble and head for the fence

I done ran through about every option

Don’t ask about me, I’m very modest

When I’m in that thing, know I’m cherry poppin'

When I’m in my bag, that’s Marry Poppins

Blue and black 1600s, need the blue stacks that’s gon' keep coming

I put that on my damn city 'fore I move back and then refund it

I was pillow talking with my ex, she said you not how I remember you

Lost inside the sexting, I forgot who I was ventin' to

My homie’s favorite rapper Kanye West since we was little

So I knew that boy a motherfuckin' dropout 'for he went to school

My shit too clean, turned this to a routine

Yeah, I turned this to a routine

Boy, my shit too clean, turned this to a routine

Yeah, I turned this to a routine

Yeah, I turned this to a routine

Yeah, I turned this to a routine