Strings Too
Fast life but career's in a slow-mo
End of my rope like a yo-yo
Name should be Dunk and there's been so many ups and downs I lost track of time, yo
I got a way with the words
I'm all about the action, I stay with the verbs
Shoutout to my city kids, the kids who lay in the 'burbs
And they wanna make it out, yeah, you stay with the urge, I feel you
Way more than you'll ever know
Gotta embrace your roots if you wanna grow
And if you're tryna live your dream
Know it's not what it seems to the people who don't ever sew
Well, I'm here to thread the needle
Take down the house of lies like Don Cheadle
'Cause I do it for the people
I am not better or worse, I am equal
You know I had to drop the 808s
Burdens gettin' heavy like they made of weights
Music used to be relaxing
But nowadays, it's taxing like what we pay the states
But this is everything I asked for
And you bet your bottom dollar, I'ma ask more
Henny on QA, shoutout to my last tour
They talk about the ceiling but never mention the glass door
Getting in, it was everything I strived for
Back when I didn't know what I was alive for
Wouldn't let me in the front, snuck through the side door
The truth was hard to swallow so I told 'em "Bring me five more"
Like, oh, man we're gettin' twisted
Let go, regrets, they insisted
My mistakes, boy, I swear I tried to list it
But I don't think a big enough piece of paper has ever existed
Well, you'll be hard pressed to find one
It's a movement, tell 'em "Watch when my time come"
Yeah, I am one in a million
I ain't running in a building for a deal just to sign one
'Cause there is no fake in me
And fuck a standing O, I prefer you take a knee
Most music careers, I hate to spoil it
Get flushed down the toilet and that's the shit you hate to see
Yeah, it's like school the way I write notes
We in the lab everyday, no white coats
Say I don't sound black, okay, with the white jokes
What can I say, nigga? I was raised by white folks
Scratch that, my dad is black, black
Backtrack, published like a A.S.C.A.P
That fact, mama drove a hatchback
Doesn't make me whack, sleeping on me still nuts, knapsack
Yes, I'm going harder for my daughter
She just took her first steps, fell but I caught her
Only thing that matters in the end is what I taught her
Side note, she looks cute in that jacket that we bought her
By we, I mean my wife, yeah let's talk about she
She my ride or die girl 'til I D-I-E
She my pretty young thing, she my P-Y-T
She notorious for doing it B-I-G
And if it wasn't for she, I'd sure be trapped in my mind
Out partying in bars, tryna act like I'm fine
With all these dark thoughts, linger in the back of my mind
Might find a .9, probably put it to the back of my mind but wait...
It's alright, I'm here now
And there is nothing that I fear now
We just made it through our tenth year now
It's so clear how...
You're an angel
And I love you
Yeah
End of my rope like a yo-yo
Name should be Dunk and there's been so many ups and downs I lost track of time, yo
I got a way with the words
I'm all about the action, I stay with the verbs
Shoutout to my city kids, the kids who lay in the 'burbs
And they wanna make it out, yeah, you stay with the urge, I feel you
Way more than you'll ever know
Gotta embrace your roots if you wanna grow
And if you're tryna live your dream
Know it's not what it seems to the people who don't ever sew
Well, I'm here to thread the needle
Take down the house of lies like Don Cheadle
'Cause I do it for the people
I am not better or worse, I am equal
You know I had to drop the 808s
Burdens gettin' heavy like they made of weights
Music used to be relaxing
But nowadays, it's taxing like what we pay the states
But this is everything I asked for
And you bet your bottom dollar, I'ma ask more
Henny on QA, shoutout to my last tour
They talk about the ceiling but never mention the glass door
Getting in, it was everything I strived for
Back when I didn't know what I was alive for
Wouldn't let me in the front, snuck through the side door
The truth was hard to swallow so I told 'em "Bring me five more"
Like, oh, man we're gettin' twisted
Let go, regrets, they insisted
My mistakes, boy, I swear I tried to list it
But I don't think a big enough piece of paper has ever existed
Well, you'll be hard pressed to find one
It's a movement, tell 'em "Watch when my time come"
Yeah, I am one in a million
I ain't running in a building for a deal just to sign one
'Cause there is no fake in me
And fuck a standing O, I prefer you take a knee
Most music careers, I hate to spoil it
Get flushed down the toilet and that's the shit you hate to see
Yeah, it's like school the way I write notes
We in the lab everyday, no white coats
Say I don't sound black, okay, with the white jokes
What can I say, nigga? I was raised by white folks
Scratch that, my dad is black, black
Backtrack, published like a A.S.C.A.P
That fact, mama drove a hatchback
Doesn't make me whack, sleeping on me still nuts, knapsack
Yes, I'm going harder for my daughter
She just took her first steps, fell but I caught her
Only thing that matters in the end is what I taught her
Side note, she looks cute in that jacket that we bought her
By we, I mean my wife, yeah let's talk about she
She my ride or die girl 'til I D-I-E
She my pretty young thing, she my P-Y-T
She notorious for doing it B-I-G
And if it wasn't for she, I'd sure be trapped in my mind
Out partying in bars, tryna act like I'm fine
With all these dark thoughts, linger in the back of my mind
Might find a .9, probably put it to the back of my mind but wait...
It's alright, I'm here now
And there is nothing that I fear now
We just made it through our tenth year now
It's so clear how...
You're an angel
And I love you
Yeah
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Writer(s): Tyronne Henderson
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