| Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh
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| Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, uh, uh
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| Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope-heads
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| Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead
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| Tell you all about it, rag blue, but bleed red
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| Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
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| Tell you all about it, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, ha
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| Who that N-word in that candy glow? |
| (Glow)
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| Who that kid with no drive but at the park? |
| (Park)
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| You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh (Uh)
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| Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh (Uh)
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| Drop the jet, I found my arch, uh (Uh)
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| Before Instagram, we gram first the month (Yeah)
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| Before the gates on our block, we in the front (Uh, yeah)
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| Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones (Uh)
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| Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds, uh (Yeah)
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| Low (Nigga)
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| I could’ve went D1 but like, I wasn’t with it
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| My SATs and grades was high enough but I wasn’t with it
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| I couldn’t bring my dawgs with me so I wasn’t with it
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| With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping
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| Not a drop of blood in us but can’t say we ain’t cousins
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| Was on the thizz all week, I think I’m finally recovering
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| I’ll tell you 'bout it, uh
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| Woo (Yo)
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| I’ll tell you
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| My feelings, my demons
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| I’m living, I’m dreaming
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| I’ll tell you 'bout it
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| I’ve found it, I’ve tried it
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| I felt it, my fire
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| How many tears am I gon' shed 'fore I go? |
| Uh
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| The pigs been on us, my heart been skipping
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| I lost religion, my nine ain’t perfect
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| A star is born, sometimes I drive by needy
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| My baby mama paid the bills, I ain’t have shit on the smoke
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| The homies tell me I’m a burden but never threw me a rope
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| They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life is my stash
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| One more strike, I’m with the lifers, split the fifty in half
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| I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids
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| We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts
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| They put percentages in front of us, wouldn’t give us a chance
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| The only way that we’ll see 30 'less we live in the can
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| Probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a ho
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| Because the man of the house ain’t the man no more
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| And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope
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| I sent her in a deep depression 'til her post went ghost
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| And I just sit and watch from Hell as the pyro grow
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| So long stuck behind the fire, tryna clown my flow
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| I’ll tell you 'bout it
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| (Woo) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tales , by - ScHoolboy Q. Song from the album CrasH Talk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп