Discover the poetic beauty in ‘What You Look Like’ by A.D. Scott. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A.D. Scott or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Hey boy, Hey boy
Better, get inside cause its getting late boy
Hey boy, Hey boy, Section 8 Boy
Get it in, its a quarter past 10 on my clock
(I ain’t scared of you, i ain’t scared of you yeah)
Better get inside cause its getting late, Hey!
What it look like?
We ain’t up to no good right?
Send us back if you could right?
Taking this one “off the book” right?”
oh momma said I’m a beast
And poppa said i’ll be dead in the creek
If it ain’t yes sir, no sir, when you speak
And best believe you act right when you see em
“but I want to have a good time, that what I want to do. I just want to get lit right now. what’s wrong with you”
Wait a minute, they just tripping, i ain’t flinching (uh)
They just figured, we would listen, with the quickness (huh)
We ain’t doing shit, we ain’t doing shit, we ain’t new to this
We just usually here you try to tell us that
It ain’t what you look like when your doing what your doing
Its what your doing, when your doing
What it looks like your doing. they say it
It ain’t what you look like when your doing what your doing
Its what your doing, when your doing
What it looks like your doing
Looks like I’m on a whole notha’ level
Looks like I’m on a roll with the devil
Looks like there’s no control I’m a rebel
But get your mind, cause it really ain’t boy
Hey boy, Hey boy
Better get inside cause its getting late boy
Hey boy, Hey boy, Section 8 Boy
Get it in, its a quarter past 10 on my clock
(I ain’t scared of you, i ain’t scared of you)
Better get inside cause its getting late, Hey!
Back up back up, Back up, Call for Back up
Rapper or a actor, finna’, act up
Rather grab the masta’ have ta’ ask em’
If blackas’ have ta’ matter’?
Just tell them that
It ain’t what you look like when your doing what your doing
Its what your doing, when your doing
What it looks like your doing
Hey!, Back up off me, you can’t hold me
Where you going? where’s your warrant?
Why you stop me? I’m just walking
I ain’t talking, I ain’t stopping
“Back up copy, rapper prolly’, black and rowdy”
Ha! you caught me, back up off me
You can’t stop me, AH! you shot me
Why you shot me? Why you Lying?
I ain’t violent, I’m just dying
I’m just, I’m Just, I’m Just trying to live
It ain’t what you look like when your doing what your doing
Its what your doing, when your doing
What it looks like your doing. they say it
It ain’t what you look like when your doing what your doing
Its what your doing, when your doing
What it looks like your doing
I just want to live
Well you better get inside cause its getting late