Lyrics Jack Harlow – Vacate
Text:
(K. Swish)
Taylor:
Ayy, say it ain’t so
Brought two bitches, go fast and slow
Turn on strip like a bank on gold
Paint on this like if they don’t know
Ain’t no mixing, slide on us
Ain’t no issue with all that, huh
I’m just different and all that
I just dipped out with all that, uh
Take a picture, what I got on, ayy
Jack Harlow:
Vacate the premises, uh
Y’all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin’ me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
But that ain’t the case (yeah)
I put you back in the place (yeah)
Me and my brothers we back in the place (yeah)
Come and say hi
I understand if you wanna’ stay high for this
I’m in this bitch with no oxygen
My bro tryna quit so he copped the pen
I heard what they said ’cause they said it to me
I had to tell you, couldn’t let this shit be
Vacate the premises, uh
Y’all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin’ me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
Taylor:
Uh, but that ain’t the case
I know it’s hard to relate, yeah
Made the mistake (yeah)
Told her that I had it for one of her friends
Listenin’, look on her face
But it ain’t up for debate
I just might treat it accordingly (hey, hey, woah)
Might be too late for the or-a-gy (hey, hey)
Runnin’ the beat ’til the chorus hit
I’ll just put fridge in the orange juice (ayy, haha)
Ayy, I don’t look good in an orange suit
I need a ‘rari or horse shoes
Hop in the car and wonton soup
I need a trip to Milan soon
I gotta make up my mind, uh
Tell me what she read online today
I do not work with a horoscope
I wonder what the thesaurus say
I’m on the wing just like Hornacek (woah)
Give me a minute
Had to get rid of my demons or sum’n
Like it was tennis (hey, hey)
I guess I feel like I’m Jesus’ son
Quick to forget it (yeah)
I heard the truck, she was rented
Jack Harlow:
Vacate the premises, uh
Y’all know what the premise is, yeah
I get prim and proper (Ooh!)
Like we at the opera (Ooh!)
I am not opposed to it if you tryna pop up on me, hey, hey
Killin’ me slowly
My chick look like Jenaveve Jolie, yeah
She got the remedy for me, when I get lonely
When we get around everybody, ooh
We pretend to be homies, uh
