Vanse - Letter To My Fanse, Pt. 2 Lyrics

For the first time
I don't even wanna write rhymes
Aint the same no more, I feel the stars align
Lemme tell you whats been on my mind
I just wanna do what I do
I don't want second, but I want top two
Don't get in my way, I'ma make you move
And I ain't bein' kind I'ma blow right through, aye
You know I like that
I can say what I want like that
Whatcha gonna do? You ain't gonna slide through
You ain't gotta pair of balls like that
Talkin' dirt on my name
Started makin' music
Laugh in my face
Mark my words, I'ma do what I claim
You ain't gonna laugh when I'm runnin' this game
Yuh
Hope you feelin' real stupid
All these dreams, they start to feel lucid
Had me a plan, and I executed
Everything is calculated, computed yuh
Don't give a fuck what you think about that
You can keep those words, I don't wanna hear that
Close your mouth, boy you need a Tic-Tac
And I'm honestly thinkin' you should take a step back like
One step closer I'ma blow yuh shit back
And I ain't holdin' back
I'ma step on that gas like
I don't think you want it like that
And if I were you I would take that shit back like
I ain't really feelin' how they want it like me
Puttin' on an act like the cast on GLEE and
It ain't even pretty that shit lookin' ugly
Like a .4 stars on an IMDB
Woah, aye
Hello everybody, I'm Vanse
I'm just tryna show you who the fuck I really am
Hope you got my letter, promise you it wasn't spam
Know you had demands, so I came up with a plan
I'ma do me, and I don't really give a damn
I'ma stack up this paper, I'ma stack it 'til I can't
Gettin' kinda hot here, could really use a fan
But I'll just fan my money, I don't really need a Stan
Love, Yung Vanse
And it's just the start
Wait 'til I take off, I'ma push that start
And I ain't even talkin' 'bout cars
I'ma pay Elon once I'm livin' on Mars
Ya among the red sand, boy I'm livin' like Gaara
Leave you in the past, boy I'm livin' in tomorrow
And my skin turn green, yeah I'm lookin' like Gamora
And my guts neon 'cause I got that aura
I don't even really care If I get that foreign
Honestly, I think this life pretty borin'
Catch me at a 9-5 and I'm snorin'
This is what I wanna do, wake up in the mornin' like
Jumpin' 20 feet, now I'm surfin' in the crowd
Wanna move people usin' my sound
Wanna sell out an arena just to bring that shit down
Run the game, run it straight into the ground
Tell me who you know bring it back like that
Write a letter just to run that shit back
And I'm just tryna give you all the facts
This is for my fans, this is how I interact
They say-They say, "Hey, Vanse, why you doin' all that?"
But I don't need Vyvanse just to focus on the stacks
I'm just tryna get rich, earn it with my passion
And I'm just hopin' y'all can fuckin' understand that
AYE
Hello everybody, I'm Vanse
I'm just tryna show you who the fuck I really am
Hope you got my letter, promise you it wasn't spam
Know you had demands, so I came up with a plan
I'ma do me, and I don't really give a damn
I'ma stack up this paper, I'ma stack it 'til I can't
Gettin' kinda hot here, could really use a fan
But I'll just fan my money, I don't really need a Stan
Love, Yung Vanse
And just so y'all know, this addressed to all the haters
I really love my fans though
(I love you!)
And don't get it wrong, I really love all y'all
Especially the haters
(Fuck you. Nah, I'm playin', I love you)
No cap

For the first time
I don't even wanna write rhymes
Aint the same no more, I feel the stars align
Lemme tell you whats been on my mind
I just wanna do what I do
I don't want second, but I want top two
Don't get in my way, I'ma make you move
And I ain't bein' kind I'ma blow right through, aye
You know I like that
I can say what I want like that
Whatcha gonna do? You ain't gonna slide through
You ain't gotta pair of balls like that
Talkin' dirt on my name
Started makin' music
Laugh in my face
Mark my words, I'ma do what I claim
You ain't gonna laugh when I'm runnin' this game
Yuh
Hope you feelin' real stupid
All these dreams, they start to feel lucid
Had me a plan, and I executed
Everything is calculated, computed yuh
Don't give a fuck what you think about that
You can keep those words, I don't wanna hear that
Close your mouth, boy you need a Tic-Tac
And I'm honestly thinkin' you should take a step back like
One step closer I'ma blow yuh shit back
And I ain't holdin' back
I'ma step on that gas like
I don't think you want it like that
And if I were you I would take that shit back like
I ain't really feelin' how they want it like me
Puttin' on an act like the cast on GLEE and
It ain't even pretty that shit lookin' ugly
Like a .4 stars on an IMDB
Woah, aye
Hello everybody, I'm Vanse
I'm just tryna show you who the fuck I really am
Hope you got my letter, promise you it wasn't spam
Know you had demands, so I came up with a plan
I'ma do me, and I don't really give a damn
I'ma stack up this paper, I'ma stack it 'til I can't
Gettin' kinda hot here, could really use a fan
But I'll just fan my money, I don't really need a Stan
Love, Yung Vanse
And it's just the start
Wait 'til I take off, I'ma push that start
And I ain't even talkin' 'bout cars
I'ma pay Elon once I'm livin' on Mars
Ya among the red sand, boy I'm livin' like Gaara
Leave you in the past, boy I'm livin' in tomorrow
And my skin turn green, yeah I'm lookin' like Gamora
And my guts neon 'cause I got that aura
I don't even really care If I get that foreign
Honestly, I think this life pretty borin'
Catch me at a 9-5 and I'm snorin'
This is what I wanna do, wake up in the mornin' like
Jumpin' 20 feet, now I'm surfin' in the crowd
Wanna move people usin' my sound
Wanna sell out an arena just to bring that shit down
Run the game, run it straight into the ground
Tell me who you know bring it back like that
Write a letter just to run that shit back
And I'm just tryna give you all the facts
This is for my fans, this is how I interact
They say-They say, "Hey, Vanse, why you doin' all that?"
But I don't need Vyvanse just to focus on the stacks
I'm just tryna get rich, earn it with my passion
And I'm just hopin' y'all can fuckin' understand that
AYE
Hello everybody, I'm Vanse
I'm just tryna show you who the fuck I really am
Hope you got my letter, promise you it wasn't spam
Know you had demands, so I came up with a plan
I'ma do me, and I don't really give a damn
I'ma stack up this paper, I'ma stack it 'til I can't
Gettin' kinda hot here, could really use a fan
But I'll just fan my money, I don't really need a Stan
Love, Yung Vanse
And just so y'all know, this addressed to all the haters
I really love my fans though
(I love you!)
And don't get it wrong, I really love all y'all
Especially the haters
(Fuck you. Nah, I'm playin', I love you)
No cap