Streetlights

Man I just hate nostalgia man
Hate goin' back in time just thinking stuff that didn't happen or couldn't be ya know what I'm saying
I'm grown I'm grown

I figured all I was missin was a chance
I figured I learn to get it wit my hands
I figured I'd flip that fifty to a band
Then I went and turned that band into a fan of em
All these rappers thinking back I was a fan of em
Now they couldn't get no dap they put they hands up
All they talk is poppin xannies and they hand guns
I can't listen to em rap if they ain't sayin nothin
Poppa call me young man because I am one
Always taught me that you better have a plan son
Bounce back take the contact and holla and one
Since I learned I been up in church wit my hands up

Cause I can see the preacher callin yea
Tryin' to keep these demons off me whoa
I can hear the streets talkin makin peace offerings momma told me keep walkin
When them streetlights come on come on come on come on come on I think I hear my momma callin
Tellin me come home come home come home I'm grown I'm grown don't go outside don't go outside

There's nothin for ya boy it aint for ya boy I implore ya boy
Oh for sure for sure life aint gorgeous it destroy ya boy
Born in Louisiana raised in Illinois now a Georgia boy
In Atlanta tryin to record a song before the morn
Me sittin in my corduroy my momma readin
Corduroy my brother sister listening back then that was most important for us
Can't go back to that why I can't go back to that
Before the cell phones and browsers man I hate nostalgia that's a fact ok now
Fast forward pass passed forces of the past fortune
That's forcin tears down my eyelashes lifes but a
Crash course of laughs tasks orders saints and cash hoarders
Lord knows I made some bad choices but
They aint got the stomach for it see they abs normal me I'm abnormal
Half man and half horse a bad boy and if I have to go
Through the bad torture I'm a grab hold of what I have and make it last 'til the last quarter that or the

Day I see the reaper walkin uh
I pray I keep from demons' hauntings ugh
I can hear the streets talkin makin peace offerings momma told me keep walkin
When them streetlights come on come on come on come on come on I think I see the reaper callin
Tellin me come home come home come home I'm grown
I'm grown don't go outside don't go outside

My partner bobby flay would flip a brick of yay
Now he probably sniff about a brick a day
I would want to ask him how'd he get this way
But when it comes to answers he won't get to say
Was sittin in his place wishin I could switch him places
Implications of his actions in his face
Health disintergrating center stage he get to play the mental patient
I feel guilty I aint even get to pray this is crazy
Man I got to go right now can't look at my homie something that I can't control right now
Or fix it later he won't bounce back no ricochet
And it's confusing man I feel I'm finna lose it this is stupid I can't do it
Got to stay strong for lil Dooga that's my lil shooter
And the girl I love was not his momma
I thought that in the future that would be my lil cougar
I put her through the rain I took her through the pain
She loved me everyday I thought I'd do the same she stayed
Too bad it aint a ring up on it oh
Down the aisle see the preacher callin
Leave and be on beaches seagulls squawking people even deacons scoffing
We don't bother God got us you can hear Him speaking softly like

Shh don't go outside
Tellin me don't go outside
I'm grown I'm grown I'm grown
There go my pride
I'm sorry momma she just trying to make sure I don't go before my time
Don't buy into all the drama that'll control your mind
Say I'm sorry your honor no comments on my side oops there go my pride
That's how it go outside When them streetlights come on
Go home