Jane Lyrics

Are you able to sense what sort of day lies ahead of you?
Sometimes, knowing can be a double-edged sword (rock)
You’re still sleepy? Go splash water on your face (Uh, uh, alright)
I guarantee it’ll wake you right up (Alright)

Uh, do my money dance, fly to Europe, need a Xan
Got rich off pots and pans, drop the show then get it canned
Uh, I-I say what I want, you only doin’ what you can
Uh, I’m with my artist friends, laughin’ ’cause we hate our fans

Uh, I guess it depends, you want pearls or the clam?
Uh, I-I don’t take my pills, I don’t want what’s in your pants
Uh, H-Hollywood Hills from my friends, came from the sand
I-I just got chills like I’m jewelry in your hand
G-g-get your story straight, am I a bitch? Am I a man? The fuck?
I don’t even drive, but I sit in the front
Car for the airport, in the black truck
2-2-2-2026, y’all call me ass, that’s weird, y’all must eat butt
This not a place for the talk, bitch, hush
Th-th-that’s your man, but to me, he a slut
That’s your man, but to me, he a slut
Th-that’s your man, but to me, he a slut
Pull up fifteen deep in the club, I’m him, CCD in the club
I-I-I ain’t tryna see no chichi’s butts, told ’em please don’t bring your plug
Re-real-ass bitch, I’m speakin’ it up, re-re-real-ass bitch, they seething and suck (Indie r—)

Uh, do my money dance out in Europe, need a Xan
G-g-garbage, I’ll pass that pan, drop the show, then they get canned
Uh, I-I say what I want, you only doin’ what you can
Uh, I’m with my artist friends, laughin’ ’cause we hate our fans

I got big plans for ya that fans can’t know of (Uh, uh, uh, ayy)
Bitch, I did it on my own, I’ma sign with no advance and blow up
Bi-bi-bitch, you built like a sucker, blow up (Rock)
Dropped the tape, but the fans want blowup (Fuck)
This the real me, no persona, lil’ bitch, I been real, I just glow up

Told ’em, “Please don’t bring your plug
Please don’t— please don’t bring your plug, uh”
I fuck up your funds, that lil’ bitch, she stand for nothin’, fuck
I ain’t fall off once, I done— I done sold out Stubbs, uh
Get your business up, get your— get your business up
Told ’em, “Please don’t bring your plug
Please don’t— please don’t bring a plug,” uh
I fuck up your funds, that lil’ bitch, she stand for nothin’, fuck
I ain’t fall off once, I done— I done sold out Stubbs, uh
Get your business up, get your— get your business up (Indie ro—)

Uh, do my money dance out in Europe, need a Xan
G-g-garbage, I’ll pass that pan, drop the show, then they get canned
Uh, I-I say what I want, you only doin’ what you can
Uh, I’m with my artist friends, laughin’ ’cause we hate our fans

I’m with my artist friends, laughin’ ’cause we hate our fans
I’m with my artist friends, laughin’ ’cause we hate our fans
I’m with my artist friends, laughin’ ’cause we hate our fans
I’m with my artist friends, laughin’ ’cause we hate our f— (Anywhere, rock)
​(rock)