Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nowalaters, artist - The Coup. Date of issue: 28.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nowalaters |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Hey, hey! |
| Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush |
| And I’m implying I ain’t had no business crying |
| 'Cause we used the rubber twice |
| And we knew that shit was dying to bust |
| Well, we was only seventeen |
| But you was older in between |
| And in my fresh Adidas kicks |
| I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine |
| Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in |
| A nymphomaniac but which lacked discipline |
| Or experience, feet on my chest when I was put to the test |
| You said «goddamn nigga, that ain’t how ya get it in» |
| Dashboards for leverage, tall cans for beverage |
| The weed can make you courageous |
| Make a Honda Civic seem so spacious |
| Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway |
| You smell like Care-Free Curl and Nowalaters, baby |
| Said you like high-top fades |
| And Jesse Johnson’s «Crazay» |
| Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy |
| Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m still campaigning |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Hey, hey! |
| The lake don’t smell so bad, now do it? |
| Don’t trip off your hair, baby; |
| just re-glue it |
| The windows is fogged up, can’t nobody view it |
| Put down the O-E and turn up the Howard Hewett |
| In some months we had things to discuss |
| Like how we blew it, we got amniotic fluid |
| And a baby floatin' though it |
| Hey, imagine if it look like us |
| It was way up in the vaginary |
| And I’ma love my kids whether real or imaginary |
| Quit school, work for the parents at the mall next to FashionBerry |
| Operation cash and carry |
| Manual labor from six to noon |
| Making six doubloons, got a baby that’s fixed to bloom |
| And he we fixin' to groom, plus grits the spoon |
| So let me twist the plume |
| We inhale and emit the fumes |
| You smell like Care-Free Curl and Nowalaters, baby |
| Said you like high-top fades |
| And Jesse Johnson’s «Crazay» |
| Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy |
| Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m still campaigning |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Hey, hey! |
| I was composed, I didn’t even crack a frown |
| I was supposed to let my pants fall down |
| And show my ass when I found |
| Out the baby was four months early and around ten pounds |
| I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers |
| From those who don’t really give a fuck about life |
| They say «it ain’t so much that they startin' out younger |
| It’s just they supposed to be more like a wife» |
| Meaning you ain’t shit without a man to guide you |
| If your mama tried to feed you that, she lied too |
| Fate can grab any motherfucker that ride through |
| If jobs are applied to, knots can get tied too |
| Plus I know that you must have been scared |
| It made it easy when the feelings were shared |
| Flashbacks are 20/20 |
| I know you wasn’t for the dollars 'cause you knew I had funny money |
| Yelling all loud like I’ma tear the whole hood up |
| You said leave 'cause the real daddy stood up |
| He said I was a mark for believing in you |
| Now it’s more that I’m seeing is true |
| There’s a few things I’d like to say in this letter |
| Like I wish I would’ve seen him grow |
| And ask my wife, I learned to fuck much better |
| And thank you for letting me go |
| Yeah, thank you for letting me go |
| For real, thank you for letting me go |
| You smell like Care-Free Curl and Nowalaters, baby |
| Said you like high-top fades |
| And Jesse Johnson’s «Crazay» |
| Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy |
| Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m still campaigning |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Oh, baby |
| Hey, hey! |
| Hey, hey, hey |