Emmitt. - What's Wrong? (feat. Aidan Carney, Dan Nolan & Emma Jane)

What's wrong
What's wrong
What's wrong
What's, what's wrong
What's wrong
What's wrong
What's wrong
(I don't know what's wrong with the world man foreal)
I been making mistakes my whole life
Writing wrongs in these songs when you're gone there's no light
But I'm alright, and imma make it through the darkness of the night
It's so heartless how you movin' and you do it all in spite of me
Rewriting all my verses and putting beats in hearses
I can't be coerced to sound like these other jerks
Who wanna ride around with bitches with cakes that never been to Turks
That ain't how it works
Man, they always wanna tell my story
Anthropologists all in this notebook tryna figure out these allegories
Taking my DNA to laboratories
To find out how I flow so nice
And it's cold like ice
I'm going pro like Mike
And you know that's right
Shit you know that's right
I don't know what's wrong in this world
I don't know what's wrong in this world
Uh, yeah you wish you was this cold
I'm the shit I disco
And he doesn't get it understand his bitch knows
Man I get her to strip clothes down
Down to her body
Took her to the hotel and she frowned in the lobby
Girl what's wrong
Girl what's wrong
(Girl what's wrong)
(Girl what's wrong)
Girl
I kill the game so casually
And now they mad at me
Cause I'm increasing salary
I know my granddaddy proud he looking down on me
And if I get the hotel baby girl don't you frown on me
I make sounds that's profound
It's me versus you I'm on the mound and you struck out
Don't test your luck now
You better pull the bucks out our get the fuck out
Get the fuck out
I ain't made of money in this game you supposed to me
I just find it funny mostly focus on my poetry
Check my notoriety
I ain't seen another in the world looking as fly as me
If I go out, I'd rather die in peace than distress
Look away for a sec probably lifting up the dress of your mistress
I don't know how else I'm supposed to put it
If you had to do the shit I had to do you couldn't
Uh, yeah you wish you was this cold
I'm the shit I disco
And he doesn't get it understand his bitch knows
Man I get her to strip clothes down
Down to her body
Took her to the hotel and she frowned in the lobby
Girl what's wrong
Girl what's wrong
(What's wrong)
Girl tell me what's wrong
What's wrong What's wrong
What's wrong What's wrong
What's wrong What's wrong
What's wrong What's wrong
What's wrong What's wrong
What's wrong What's wrong
Girl, what's wrong

Written by:
Daniel Nolan, Emmitt Leacock

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