Jack Harlow - Tranquility

$2500 plus a couple utilities

Fuck it, I’ll pay it just to keep the tranquility 

Fuck it, I love you, I’ll do anything for you

Cept settle down with you 

I don’t want nobody grilling me

Y’all boys lame shit killing me 

Need to be reintroduced to humility

I ain’t lookin for no hip hop credibility 

Give a fuck who feelin me, I’m feelin me

I’m really him, I’m really that remedy 

Himothy Chalamet, pretty girls salivate

On the low, off the grid, in the cut, out the way 

My prime’s in full swing like a Calaway

I need a dime every dollar New Balance makes 

Ain’t bout to let the world take my smile away

People that betrayed me don’t  

even fuckin know that I know

It’s something that I just file away 

Lost a few m’s on the festival

Okay, and I can’t wait to do the second one 

All these little high heels 

sittin in the vestibule 

Woke up to her best friend 

sleeping on the sectional 

Fans still say they miss Jack with the spectacles

Last project I was giving you conceptual 

Next project I’ll be giving you exceptional

Fuck everybody, got me on some pansexual 

Julie Greenwald askin if I’m on schedule 


Label ready for the next record, I’ll let you know 

Bout to ask Ed Sheeran what they gave him

Last time that he went to negotiate the decimals 

Every day I grow a little accessible

Less of a people pleaser, less flexible 

More simplistic, soulful, less technical

The world’s my oyster 

I’m bout to get my dog a perpetual

I don’t know why some of y’all skeptical 

Maybe cause we got the same passion

But you never went professional 

I just know it’s something 

bout me that’s detestable 

New G Wagon that bitch is electrical

The hate got to me 

But I had to act straight, 

like I’m tryna seem hetero 

Used to kill locals, now the crime scene federal 


I’m proud of what we done, but I’m tryna be  

better though

Cause I don’t  

think I’ve really made nothing incredible

Lot of hard verses and a couple regrettable 

As far as big records go

Yeah I got a few of those 

But I ain’t done nothing indisputable

Maybe I’m delusional 

I just left the old me’s funeral

I would turn the camera on and  

give you more of me like I used to do

But something about it don’t seem suitable 

Something about selling myself feels so juvenile

400 degrees out my knees out 

Walking round Louisville

Life’s beautiful when  

every impulse you have is quite doable

Imma keep telling the truth as per usual