Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tales From The South, artist - Bobby Sessions. Date of issue: 10.09.2020
Song language: English
Tales From The South |
| Mm, yeah |
| Yeah |
| I remember when I heard the gunshots |
| In the mornin', two o’clock, talkin' to my uncle Fox |
| Round the corner, but I never saw the cops |
| Only because they sellin' rocks |
| Shootin' dice in the corner Friday night |
| If I win I can buy a Cheeto with a Sprite |
| If I lose then crack on |
| So I better roll a seven, or sobriety forget it |
| For my loved ones needa buzz quick |
| Ronald Reagan not my hero or no man I uplift |
| You can idolize that, and make drug deal |
| If you wanna get that Escalade with the chrome rim |
| If you wanna be gettin' paid with the gold grill |
| Just want respect and all that came with thuggin' |
| Father yank me by the collar, «Bobby, get your grades up» |
| Bags in my potential, quit with all that dumb shit |
| Tales from the South |
| Tales from the South, South |
| Lunch break at my job, the grocery store |
| Scannin' social media hurt me for sure |
| Twitter showed me «Man killed by the police» |
| South Dallas, people wyilin', they caused a riot |
| Women screamin', men shoutin' «Stop the violence» |
| Stomach turnin', returnin' back on the clock |
| Stockin' frozen meat, just happy to be alive |
| Got the coldest feet, I got texts from my mom |
| Read «Give me a call», I left |
| Went to the bathroom, stepped in the stall |
| Felt somethin' was wrong |
| The Lord just took (Mm) |
| How did he die? |
| He got shot |
| In July, by the cops |
| 2012, lightbulb went off |
| Connect the dots, what the fuck? |
| You messin' with my spirit |
| Findin' out your cousin died through Twitter |
| Tales from the South |
| Tales from the South, South |
| Yeah |
| Wrote a letter to my uncle in a pen |
| I ain’t spoke to him in like ten years |
| I heard you on the phone, talkin' to my mom |
| Put me on the line, askin' how I been |
| I said «Man, I been fine, thanks for askin' me» |
| I ask him how he been, he said |
| «Fantastic, we happy to see you shine |
| Your mother sent me the article |
| Hear your name on the radio, damn |
| Face is on TV now? |
| Man, that shit is amazin' |
| Know I’m proud of you |
| Your parents proud of you too |
| God lookin' down on you |
| Rappin', that’s what you do |
| That entertainment biz, heard it’s filled up with snakes |
| Learn they languages, don’t let them take no food off your plate |
| I might be back before your granny dies |
| That judge done did me wrong because she gave me life |
| This shit ain’t right, but I’ll salute you |
| Choose how your story end |
| Life in prison, though I was salutatorian» |
| Tales from the South |
| Tales from the South, South |
| Yeah, we from the South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| Yeah, from the South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| Yeah, from the South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| Yeah, from the South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| South-South, South-South |
| Yeah |