Blacktop
I spent a lot of nice evenings listening to your music
And I just wonder, I said I wonder who Frank listens to?
Well I play Jerry Vale and some of those guys
Interesting concept, yes it is but I can answer that by telling you that (Yo)
Those lovely moments
I play Daphnis and Chloe (Yo my boy we comin' back shit)
Bring that shit it's round two motherfuckers
Let's go Chris we back baby
Y'all already know what's going the fuck on
I got No Fears on this shit
Hey look I know you're gonna do another number with the band cause I know you got a recording session tonight
Back to my roots, playing on the Blacktop
Always scheming shit it's non stop
Playing baseball they put me on short stop
Hustle round the corner
Shoot my shot with the crop top, I blast off
Call me Jimmy I'm outer space, I'm clicking you count traces
They was clowning on me like I got no game, sole aim
So excuse me while I flirt, I'm playing cause I'm sure
I'm sicker than Kai MERS, you wicking while I stir
Just floating around in a circle
Make it complete like Mac Miller, smoking on purple
Hit the park then I turn on Myrtle
It's a menage, my goals to live large while your life is scripted
Do what you want just don't have your body listed
I feel like I'm on a chase while I'm Sippin' on Something
Shout to Ace One Eight, checking models rolling without a case
I am keeping this pace, just running the base
I am just finding myself, embracing myself
(These are the sounds today)
Yeah we jumping off the rooftops
Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop
Bumping music so loud it go crazy
Jump around vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
Vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
That shit sound like
Doot doot doot doot
Party all night
Doot doot doot
Yeah we party all night on the blacktop
Fifth grade, it was all safe
Playing with the bros bumping music all day
Sixth grade comes by just a bit different
Set her goals we was going through the dream wish list
Seventh grade lil shawty got that pussy on my mind
Speed it up like Busta Rhymes what a weird time, eight grade
Looking to the future, clear skies ahead
All my old dreams had to put them to bed, ninth grade
The homies turning into fiends
Went from little kids, to smoking on the green
2019 Somniac starting spitting heat
The only motherfucker that is known not to miss a beat
Tenth grade, that shit got cut short
The world got silenced like it was a damn court
Eleventh grade was something
Ayo, what was we doing in eleventh grade
Fuck were you doing in eleventh grade
Oh yeah, we was
We was jumping off the rooftops
Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop
Bumping music so loud it go crazy
Jump around vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
Vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
That shit sound like
Doot doot doot doot
Party all night
Doot doot doot
Yeah we party all night on the blacktop
I got sick with this world talk
This Allison word talk
I gotta fly to mars like I'm Elon in the Musk huh
That's words coming out from 8 year old me
Tryna write my verbs out, like I'm rolling my sleeves
I got sick of this bitch talk, the wanna be rich talk
The wanna have fancy cars, apart of me pissed off
Y'all ain't preach what you speak, It's everyday of the week
All y'all do is chat shit and smoke hella weed
I was always excited for the Scholastic book shop
Back in 6th grade not even worrying bout getting paid
On the blacktop we was hoping it wouldn't rain
That shit lame, all we want to do is ball out like Dame
Tryna reach the rim, always worrying bout my height
Used to get my thumb busted in when I couldn't catch the ball right
Always shooting our shot, just feeling the seams
And we on this damn shit, don't sleep on your dreams
(These are the sounds today)
Yeah we jumping off the rooftops
Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop
Bumping music so loud it go crazy
Jump around vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
Vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
That shit sound like
Doot doot doot doot
Party all night
Doot doot doot
Yeah we party all night on the blacktop
No that's it for me
Boombani Boombotzo
Two bullets in the head Thursday
He started his car with your album on
And now he's a highway
And I just wonder, I said I wonder who Frank listens to?
Well I play Jerry Vale and some of those guys
Interesting concept, yes it is but I can answer that by telling you that (Yo)
Those lovely moments
I play Daphnis and Chloe (Yo my boy we comin' back shit)
Bring that shit it's round two motherfuckers
Let's go Chris we back baby
Y'all already know what's going the fuck on
I got No Fears on this shit
Hey look I know you're gonna do another number with the band cause I know you got a recording session tonight
Back to my roots, playing on the Blacktop
Always scheming shit it's non stop
Playing baseball they put me on short stop
Hustle round the corner
Shoot my shot with the crop top, I blast off
Call me Jimmy I'm outer space, I'm clicking you count traces
They was clowning on me like I got no game, sole aim
So excuse me while I flirt, I'm playing cause I'm sure
I'm sicker than Kai MERS, you wicking while I stir
Just floating around in a circle
Make it complete like Mac Miller, smoking on purple
Hit the park then I turn on Myrtle
It's a menage, my goals to live large while your life is scripted
Do what you want just don't have your body listed
I feel like I'm on a chase while I'm Sippin' on Something
Shout to Ace One Eight, checking models rolling without a case
I am keeping this pace, just running the base
I am just finding myself, embracing myself
(These are the sounds today)
Yeah we jumping off the rooftops
Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop
Bumping music so loud it go crazy
Jump around vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
Vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
That shit sound like
Doot doot doot doot
Party all night
Doot doot doot
Yeah we party all night on the blacktop
Fifth grade, it was all safe
Playing with the bros bumping music all day
Sixth grade comes by just a bit different
Set her goals we was going through the dream wish list
Seventh grade lil shawty got that pussy on my mind
Speed it up like Busta Rhymes what a weird time, eight grade
Looking to the future, clear skies ahead
All my old dreams had to put them to bed, ninth grade
The homies turning into fiends
Went from little kids, to smoking on the green
2019 Somniac starting spitting heat
The only motherfucker that is known not to miss a beat
Tenth grade, that shit got cut short
The world got silenced like it was a damn court
Eleventh grade was something
Ayo, what was we doing in eleventh grade
Fuck were you doing in eleventh grade
Oh yeah, we was
We was jumping off the rooftops
Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop
Bumping music so loud it go crazy
Jump around vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
Vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
That shit sound like
Doot doot doot doot
Party all night
Doot doot doot
Yeah we party all night on the blacktop
I got sick with this world talk
This Allison word talk
I gotta fly to mars like I'm Elon in the Musk huh
That's words coming out from 8 year old me
Tryna write my verbs out, like I'm rolling my sleeves
I got sick of this bitch talk, the wanna be rich talk
The wanna have fancy cars, apart of me pissed off
Y'all ain't preach what you speak, It's everyday of the week
All y'all do is chat shit and smoke hella weed
I was always excited for the Scholastic book shop
Back in 6th grade not even worrying bout getting paid
On the blacktop we was hoping it wouldn't rain
That shit lame, all we want to do is ball out like Dame
Tryna reach the rim, always worrying bout my height
Used to get my thumb busted in when I couldn't catch the ball right
Always shooting our shot, just feeling the seams
And we on this damn shit, don't sleep on your dreams
(These are the sounds today)
Yeah we jumping off the rooftops
Balling hard with the bros on the Blacktop
Bumping music so loud it go crazy
Jump around vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
Vibe out like
Doot doot doot doot
That shit sound like
Doot doot doot doot
Party all night
Doot doot doot
Yeah we party all night on the blacktop
No that's it for me
Boombani Boombotzo
Two bullets in the head Thursday
He started his car with your album on
And now he's a highway
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Writer(s): Nate Younan
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