Letra de ' Prince Akeem (feat. Wiz Khalifa) ' de Mike Posner

Good morning!
This that alarm clock song
I made it for you to wake up to

Ah, you know I came to rip the scene apart
My whole life is a piece of art
Oh, and this is just a brushstroke
Oh, I made it in the biz they said was cutthroat
Oh, I'm gettin' where I wanna be
But honestly, I can't even tell if that's really where I wanna be
I'm not a commodity
I am on an odyssey
Used to be a wannabe
Now I'm what I wanted to be (woo!)
I'm an underdog, dog, I'm Ralph Nader-ing
Following my intuition now and that's a major win
I'm Taylor Swift, mixed with Ruth Bader Gins
Liberation is the flavor that I'm savorin' (it's mmm)
Fake breasts and makeup, they don't turn me on
Life is a game and, yes, the journey's long
Growin' my beard was just like me putting my jersey on
Coach K saw the light in me early on

Ooh (oh you don't believe)

Mike Posner, boy is he talented. I mean
That's from ‘08
Yeah, he is so talented
What up, Nolan! Jon go get 'em! Woo!

We 'bout to take it to a new level
Even when I'm sad I give 'em hell, I'm a Blue Devil
Her boyfriend wrote a book; I was unimpressed
I don't care about her man if it wasn't Hesse (oh)
I might do Everest, you never know (oh)
And change is like a metronome (oh)
I never read The Untethered Soul
I already got an untethered soul
I wasted years trying to become better known
Right when I gave that up is when I became better known
Oh this is that Michigan December flow
I got two lifetimes worth of ideas in my Evernote (oh)
Old soul, Fender Rhodes
Complemented outwardly now for my inner glow
And since I've seen
I changed my look to see who really loves me
I'm Prince Akeem

See when I was coming up, I was always one of them niggas who did what the fuck I want
Smokin’ weed on TV wasn’t even cool. Now that shit legal
So back then, from causing trouble to right now, I’m a muhfuckin’ businessman
Hahahaha, uh

Too rich to ever fit in; you wait in front, I get in
You talk too much, I listen
You blind, I got the vision
The day I work for myself, that was the best decision
You livin’ check to check, I check to see what checks I’m gettin’
You get no respect until respect is given
I live with no regret, you regret where you livin’
Still got the yellow card, we in the house chillin’
You think the air is on, I’m heir to the throne
So many diamonds, people stare when I put ‘em on
But they don’t walk up, my pockets thick like Mrs. Parker
And I got the Benz parked sparkin’ up
And I got a 6’4 that’s hard as fuck
But don’t get in over your head
Supposed to be stackin’ instead of spending most of your bread
Don’t get in over your head
Supposed to be stackin’ instead of spending most of your bread