6pm in Santa Monica
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here (Just one of those ones, you know?)
Just fill it in here
My commute's are a daze
I'm driving to and from "The Good Place"
Can't even look straight
Without a white woman walking by me with the spook face
I've narrowed it down, it's either the skin
Or everybody really thinks that I'm Daveed and they dig
But scratch that shit
I'm meditating daily by the California Incline
I'm getting in line
Back to the spirit and the essence
Of how I was snapping daily on Decatur with the homies
A lot of "bro-bro's" don't really know me
If you haven't met a member of my family
Then nothing you could say or even think could even damage me
Had to be the man in me that stepped into the rightful position
Of gifting niggas with the wisdom
So fucking listen
This the South End way to be
Where we introduced to the shit that change the way we see
The rest of society
Why is no compassion present
Unless somebody got bodied and a pastor blessing
We was taught the wrong methods
So it's different madness we live
No one can save ya
Letting the hogs taze ya
Checking ya thoughts major
Post traumatic stress
In this order to operate
What they press in they arms?
Razors
That's why I feel the contrast bad
'Cause I grew up in the city where the moms lacked dads
All my niggas watching over me
Liking and reacting to public posts I be sending to lessen the lack of presence
I'm feeling survivor's guilt
Thinking "Why am I the only one to 'get out?'"
While stirring my tea
You heard that I be
Absurdist like, "We can only understand bars if you measure the lines"
Like it's a ref on the side
I was only tryna write some shit this evening
So that I could prove to niggas that the mic for me is easy
And to think my homie said my bars are "cadence filler"
Taylor, nigga
Rewind and play this, nigga!
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here
Just fill it in here
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here (Just one of those ones, you know?)
Just fill it in here
My commute's are a daze
I'm driving to and from "The Good Place"
Can't even look straight
Without a white woman walking by me with the spook face
I've narrowed it down, it's either the skin
Or everybody really thinks that I'm Daveed and they dig
But scratch that shit
I'm meditating daily by the California Incline
I'm getting in line
Back to the spirit and the essence
Of how I was snapping daily on Decatur with the homies
A lot of "bro-bro's" don't really know me
If you haven't met a member of my family
Then nothing you could say or even think could even damage me
Had to be the man in me that stepped into the rightful position
Of gifting niggas with the wisdom
So fucking listen
This the South End way to be
Where we introduced to the shit that change the way we see
The rest of society
Why is no compassion present
Unless somebody got bodied and a pastor blessing
We was taught the wrong methods
So it's different madness we live
No one can save ya
Letting the hogs taze ya
Checking ya thoughts major
Post traumatic stress
In this order to operate
What they press in they arms?
Razors
That's why I feel the contrast bad
'Cause I grew up in the city where the moms lacked dads
All my niggas watching over me
Liking and reacting to public posts I be sending to lessen the lack of presence
I'm feeling survivor's guilt
Thinking "Why am I the only one to 'get out?'"
While stirring my tea
You heard that I be
Absurdist like, "We can only understand bars if you measure the lines"
Like it's a ref on the side
I was only tryna write some shit this evening
So that I could prove to niggas that the mic for me is easy
And to think my homie said my bars are "cadence filler"
Taylor, nigga
Rewind and play this, nigga!
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here
Something, something, something for here
Just fill it in here
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Writer(s): Andrew-jon Phommalee
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