Ever wondered what happens when you mix raw honesty with a dash of rebellion and a sprinkle of self-awareness? Oliver Tree's lyrical rollercoaster takes you on a wild ride through the trenches of life, where he calls out pretentiousness and flaunts his own unapologetic individuality. Our protagonist dismisses fake bravado, reflecting on personal struggles and societal pressures while maintaining an air of defiance. He’s been high—literally and metaphorically—all his life, navigating through chaos with a war mask and a middle finger to the haters. The track is an anthem for those who refuse to conform, embracing their flaws like badges of honor. #RebelAnthem #NoFilter
All That
Lyrics
Whoo, okay
Like you all that, no way
Quit running your big mouth like you all that
Nobody catch ya ass when ya fall back
Bitch I look away, I never saw that
I was running through the trenches in a war mask
Stop looking at me like I was deranged (okay)
Do you ever think I feel your pain? (No way)
Extraordinary specimen, lit 'til the day I die
Smoke clouds, help me float on by
I've been high my whole goddamn life
Even my momma couldn't tell me why
Why I'm such a sick mothafucka
Let me take a hit (okay)
Now let me take another
I'm falling and I can't stand up
My dad used to tell me man up
Me and my brother put the gloves on
But now I'm too fucked up to function (no way)
I collapsed in the middle of the street, just a block away
Acting like you're all that
Go fuck yourself
Whoo, okay
Like you all that, no way
I'm all that and a little bit extra
Fuck the sideline, bitch I'm next up
Recognize when you see my face
Talk a gang of shit while you walk away
Good luck, it's not your day
Maybe next year you can take a break
No way, don't follow me
Bitch, what you want, an apology?
You're a wannabe
I changed my number, stop calling me (okay)
Google me if you wanna see but don't bother me (no way)
Honestly it's not hard for me, I go super hard
No joke, the kid just broke the wall, goin' supercharged
An Extraordinary specimen, lit 'til the day I die
Smoke clouds, help me float on by
I've been high my whole goddamn life
Even my momma couldn't tell me why
Bitch, stop acting like you're all that
Writer(s): Ethan Snoreck, Oliver Tree Nickell
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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