Lyrics
Don't get the picture, you frame it
Just as who's rich or who's famous
Don't give a shit ‘bout who painted or sang a hit on your playlist
If they ain't c-list they're basic and you just skip what their name is
But not with this shit I came with, you'll see the difference is dangerous
My anger stays when I'm stuck in
cwake for days in a dungeon
Escaping raiders then bust in
Like I'm from Vegas and crush ‘em
I had to make adjustments
They tryina change the subject
My anger stays when I'm stuck in
cwake for days in a dungeon
Escaping raiders then bust in
Like I'm from Vegas and crush ‘em
cin't nothing plain this is custom
Don't talk to strangers or touch ‘em
Just gave your brain a concussion
Now all my neighbors are—
Now all my neighbors are ducking
This is a late introduction
My name is SUMiT, it's buzzing
Think I'm greatest, but fuck it
Just hit that play on the button
cnd I won't need to say nothing
Sorry I'm late, sorry I'm late
Sorry I'm late
The party is great, this is a lot of fun
Hardly could wait
Sorry I'm late
The party is great
I brought me a date, hey said she can call me Sum
Sorry I'm late, sorry I'm late
Sorry I'm late
I didn't want to come
I'm just happy to be here
Cheers, we're having a year
Don't get it twisted, they spun it
Let's get ballistic and blunted
Just take a hit this once, it'll put some pits in your stomachs
This shit's artistic as fuck and it got the physicists flummoxed
It's for the kids and they love it you'd swear that Christmas was [coming]
I put the vision to drums and
You only wish that you'd done it
I'm sending businesses under with just a flick of my thumb and to you that's Mr. SUMiT
Hold up
Don't make a difference does it?
Hold up
Don't give a fuck what you call it
‘Cause you'll get crushed and demolished
On the percussion, I'm polished
I want them bucks from your wallets
Just need a couple of dollars and I'll be fucking it all up
I got a bucket of knowledge
I'm ‘bout to dump at y'all
So give me mine or I'm liable
To fight with fire, I'm tribal
I watched you lie on the Bible
You gotta hide for survival
I'm feeling homicidal
God I'm alive but
I'm up too high for a five, by the time of my arrival
Sorry I'm late, sorry I'm late
Sorry I'm late
The party is great, hey this is a lot of fun
Hardly could wait
Sorry I'm late
The party is great
I brought me a date, hey said she can call me Sum
Sorry I'm late, sorry I'm late
Sorry I'm late
I didn't want to come
I'm just happy to be here
Cheers, we're having a year
ROBERT TAMARYAN, VINCENT ROVEZZI
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC