Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PROM / KING , by - SABA. Song from the album CARE FOR ME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Saba Pivot
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song PROM / KING , by - SABA. Song from the album CARE FOR ME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопPROM / KING |
| This remind me of before we had insomnia |
| Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs |
| Everybody was college-bound, no dollar amounts |
| In God we trust, senior year my prom ain’t had no party bus |
| My cousin hit me on Facebook, like «What shorty you takin'?» |
| I’m lyin', I’m playin', I’m sayin', «I got one to take,"and I’m waitin' on her |
| response |
| Wrote her a 3 page letter, it’s 3 days later, never hit me back, |
| she broke my heart |
| So now he I’m’ing me shit like, «Yo' is shorty bad?» |
| I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back |
| I hit him back like «Yo', well fuck her, it’s on to the next» |
| I wrote that message thinkin' I’m awkward, prolly' would never have sex |
| You know in high school, 16 you prolly late |
| My cousin hit me back, «Don't trip, bro. |
| I got you a date.» |
| So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen |
| He said to call and tell her «Walter sent you, you with me.» |
| I think about it for a minute, like what’s his intentions? |
| I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it |
| In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked on me |
| He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit |
| I’m skeptical to let her know I’m Walter little cousin |
| What if this shit all a joke, then again, what if it wasn’t? |
| Would I really risk the chance of me potentially fuckin' |
| On some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him? |
| Prolly not |
| I finally called her, tell her Walter sent me, «My name Tahj» |
| She asked me what’s the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom |
| I’m actin' like I’m not excited, tryna play it off |
| «So what’s the car we’re takin'?""Worst come worst, my mom can take us» |
| I’ll call Walter, thank him, he said don’t trip and just wear black |
| He said she cool and they go back, if any problems, send him back |
| I never had to, but now we’re in tune |
| He Facebook messaged me like, «Sorry not to be a nuisance…» |
| But he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suit shit |
| I’m like, «I got you, cause. |
| That’s the least that I can do.» |
| He tell me send him the addy and he’ll slide after school |
| I’m like, «Ok, bet,"never knew where he stayed at |
| He walked down the street, hella surprised, «This where y’all place at?» |
| Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena |
| And I’m surprised too, my family knew, kept this a secret |
| Me and cause stay down the street, living different lives |
| Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride |
| I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside |
| He tell me, «Thank you,"then he walked back home with a smile |
| He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple |
| I’m thinkin', «Damn, that transaction was simple» |
| I’m talking shit, I know he hoop, I’m like, «Aye, where the rim, bro?» |
| He like, «Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho.» |
| I know my brother not |
| So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court |
| I’m hella passive, I was passin', I ain’t have to score |
| The next day the prom, I couldn’t sleep, I stayed up |
| My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn’t say nothin' |
| She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada |
| My heart’s racin', I’m focused, I’m tryna keep it playa |
| Gave her the croissant, or corsage or whatever the fuck my mom handed me |
| And said, «Now put it on her hand, Malik», family ties |
| My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie 'cause my dad lived in NY |
| That’s prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious |
| Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and |
| Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place |
| So he text me like, «Cause, this the spot. |
| Let’s meet up later |
| And bring Jada through,"prom flashed, I kept it cool |
| We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes |
| I’m lookin' around like, «Damn, I don’t know nobody» |
| We at this party out West and Jada left to get dressed |
| I’m fakin' like I’m sendin' text |
| Some stranger get really close, I swear that I hear his breath |
| Then he put a knife to my neck |
| Gave me the run down like, «Jada my sister |
| And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss ya, I’ma kill ya!» |
| At this point, I’m just exhausted |
| Wonderin' where the fuck’s Walter |
| He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation |
| I never mentioned it to him, he kinda overprotective |
| And I know if I tell him, that he’ll beat this nigga’s skull in |
| Turn his body a skeleton, and our night’ll end terrible |
| I exhale and say, «Fuck it», and I just chose to let it go |
| (Said you’re used to getting everything your way… this not how that happens |
| this time, just gotta fuck with your boy?) |
| Walt went to St. Louis, had a full ride for his hoopin' |
| Him and his coach got into it, now he back home doin' music, aye |
| I was at Columbia, a damn near straight A student |
| I had one B in a hip-hop class, I thought that shit was stupid |
| He transferred to Robert Morris, always living down the street |
| My class let out at 2: 40 and his class let out at 3 |
| Mama asked me where the hell I been and where the hell I be |
| «I'm with Walter, mom, I’m safe"I keep walkin' in here late |
| I might fall off in your bae, I get girls now, I get laid |
| I get caught up followin' Walter, I’m a product of my age |
| He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago |
| Wingman, I cannot fly though |
| He was in Cal with Impala, he was that nigga in the party |
| Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention |
| Plus we from the part of city that they barely mention |
| Just logged into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned |
| We signed our names on the open mic list and then they skipped us |
| And then they skipped us again like a week later |
| Like, obviously this fuckin' host can’t read the paper |
| Hella' intimidatin', the big guy didn’t have to flex |
| So Walter walked to the host and said, «This the name you callin' next» |
| Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome |
| An apple never get too far from the tree that it fell from |
| Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it |
| Walter joined me for the journey said the city waitin' |
| PIVOT |
| Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician |
| More times than a mathematician |
| I’m in LA workin' on Bucket List Project, I get a call and get a fishy feeling |
| Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he over serious |
| My heart droppin', I’m like, «Yo, what is it?!» |
| He say he with T. Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to kill him |
| Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they didn’t hit him |
| Sometimes I fuckin' hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin' |
| Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A. M |
| I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went |
| He said he went to XSport, and they ran a full court |
| And I can not retort without thinkin' that this can’t be the reason |
| «So what else you do? |
| What about Ty? |
| Is he still cool? |
| Where you on your way from, and where you on your way to?» |
| He say he just left for dinner at a friend crib, and that’s it |
| He say «Ty don’t do shit but smoke, honestly Saba, that’s it» |
| Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity |
| The news prolly' gon' run this, as two gangs from different streets |
| Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper |
| My boy walked away unharmed, and we did Lollapalooza, yeah |
| 6 months pass by, everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day |
| I just dropped Bucket List, Walter 'bout to drop a tape |
| Everything goin' perfect, couldn’t paint a better way |
| PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Hall |
| Then I went to talk to Sway |
| I got back home and got back on it, 'cause Walter was doin' tour dates |
| Sendin' me links to songs that he made, Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, |
| aye |
| Grandma made us blanket plates, we played 2K, that’s just a day before |
| Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he text me, «Aye, we in that hoe» |
| I went to the barbershop, the first thing the next mornin' |
| Then I got up with Legit, we supposed to do some recordin' |
| 10 minutes into this session, I got a call from a number |
| That I don’t got saved, but I answer anyways |
| She says, «Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak |
| Talked to my son today? |
| He was just on the train.» |
| We got in the car, but we didn’t know where to drive to |
| Fuck it, wherever you are my nigga, we’ll come and find you… |
| Just another day in the ghetto |
| Oh, the streets bring sorrow |
| Can’t get out today with their schedule |
| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow |
| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow |
| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow |
| I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow |
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