Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
Yeah, Uffie's got it!
Hands up, fast up, people come on, you like my shit,
You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all, Uffies got that shit
East side, west side, where you at? Come on! Uffie's in this bitch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin', I can rock this shit.
Now it seems to me you faggots got a whole lot of questions,
On this damn holler board you bitches getting some action,
It's obviously a problem, but I won't restrict myself,
Is it hip hop or is it electro or damn is she coming from hell?
Oh please excuse me bitch but I fuck all you wannabes,
It's just straight into that gossip, you don't have any fizz,
A lot of people read your crap this is web pollution,
This is why I ain't complaining bitch over free promotion
If you just called me a cunt in some other word like __
But after this you'll be the one sucking a whole lot of dick
You brought my popularity ratings higher than ever,
Thank you, your whole bullshit comments have worked real clever!
Before I answer you bitch, let me spit one question:
If you hate me so much, what's up with your obsession?
I just do my things tight and I don't care about hypes
So run back to your computer, your mom, and your crack pipe.
Hands up, fast up, people come on,
How (do) you like my shit,
You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all,
Uffies got that shit.
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this bitch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin'
I can rock this shit.
(Yeah) I can rock this shit,
Uffie's got that shit (aha),
Uffie's in this bitch.
Yo
Ok, now let's get back to that last pathetic whore,
You think you got me and my crew figured out? Well done!
You rap analysis fools should be a bit more clever,
Get back to your dusty mix tape, your CDs and your stickers.
I can't believe all these crowds, it worked out so well.
Maybe I shove my glock in bed so you can shove it in your mouth,
Yes, I'm a little white girl, but this you can't a have a point,
I've been through shit in my life, and I'm coming out strong.
Whose that girl she's so hot, she's never touched any glock!
Bitch if you only knew, yes, I have fucking popped.
And tell me why you feel the need to have so much shit on me,
I think it's cause the next thing is this girl called Uffie, got that?
Hands up, fast up, people come on,
How you like my shit?
You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all,
Uffies got that shit.
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this bitch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin'
I can rock this shit.
(Yeah) I can rock this shit,
Uffie's got that shit (aha),
Uffie's in this bitch.
We got our shit all tight we don't care about you jealous-ass whores.
From getting off your couch get a fucking life instead of staying on internet dissing us
You even got this? Your words don't mean a thing!
All you got is your mom bringing your fucking cookies to your computer,
Try to get a fucking life!
I think this bitch is whack
She got no verse and she's copying stuff
Hahaha bitch
Yeah, that's cuz' we're the next hot shit
Hands up, fast up, people come on, you like my shit,
You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all, Uffies got that shit
East side, west side, where you at? Come on! Uffie's in this bitch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin', I can rock this shit.
Now it seems to me you faggots got a whole lot of questions,
On this damn holler board you bitches getting some action,
It's obviously a problem, but I won't restrict myself,
Is it hip hop or is it electro or damn is she coming from hell?
Oh please excuse me bitch but I fuck all you wannabes,
It's just straight into that gossip, you don't have any fizz,
A lot of people read your crap this is web pollution,
This is why I ain't complaining bitch over free promotion
If you just called me a cunt in some other word like __
But after this you'll be the one sucking a whole lot of dick
You brought my popularity ratings higher than ever,
Thank you, your whole bullshit comments have worked real clever!
Before I answer you bitch, let me spit one question:
If you hate me so much, what's up with your obsession?
I just do my things tight and I don't care about hypes
So run back to your computer, your mom, and your crack pipe.
Hands up, fast up, people come on,
How (do) you like my shit,
You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all,
Uffies got that shit.
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this bitch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin'
I can rock this shit.
(Yeah) I can rock this shit,
Uffie's got that shit (aha),
Uffie's in this bitch.
Yo
Ok, now let's get back to that last pathetic whore,
You think you got me and my crew figured out? Well done!
You rap analysis fools should be a bit more clever,
Get back to your dusty mix tape, your CDs and your stickers.
I can't believe all these crowds, it worked out so well.
Maybe I shove my glock in bed so you can shove it in your mouth,
Yes, I'm a little white girl, but this you can't a have a point,
I've been through shit in my life, and I'm coming out strong.
Whose that girl she's so hot, she's never touched any glock!
Bitch if you only knew, yes, I have fucking popped.
And tell me why you feel the need to have so much shit on me,
I think it's cause the next thing is this girl called Uffie, got that?
Hands up, fast up, people come on,
How you like my shit?
You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all,
Uffies got that shit.
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this bitch!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin'
I can rock this shit.
(Yeah) I can rock this shit,
Uffie's got that shit (aha),
Uffie's in this bitch.
We got our shit all tight we don't care about you jealous-ass whores.
From getting off your couch get a fucking life instead of staying on internet dissing us
You even got this? Your words don't mean a thing!
All you got is your mom bringing your fucking cookies to your computer,
Try to get a fucking life!
I think this bitch is whack
She got no verse and she's copying stuff
Hahaha bitch
Yeah, that's cuz' we're the next hot shit
Lyrics submitted by feel me loud
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Yeah, Uffie's got it! Hands up, fast up, people come on, you like my shit, You ain't ready, I can't hear y'all, Uffies got that shit East side, west side, where you at? Come on! Uffie's in this bitch! Get money, don't stop, ladies stop bitchin' I can rock this shit.
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