Testo della canzone Tales (ScHoolboy Q), tratta dall'album CrasH Talk

Tales - ScHoolboy Q

Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha
Ha-ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha

Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope heads
Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead
Tell you all about it, rag blue but bleed red
Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
Tell you all about it, ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha, ha, haa

Who that N-word in that candy glow? (Glow)
Who that kid with no drive but at the park? (Park)
You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh (Uh)
Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh (Uh)
Drop the jet, I found my arch, uh (Uh)
Before Instagram, we gram first the month (Yeah)
Before the gates on our block, we in the front (Uh, yeah)
Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones (Uh)
Stretch smoke in my blunt, I need the funds (Uh, yeah)
Look (Nigga)

I could've went deep one, but like I wasn't wit' it
My SATs and grades was high enough, but I wasn't with it
I could bring my dawgs with me so I wasn't wit' it
With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping
Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins
Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovering
Now tell your body (Your body, your body, your body, uh)

Woo (Yo)
Now tell your (My feelings, my demons)
I'm living, I'm dreaming
Now, tell your body (I've found it, I've tried it)
I felt it, my fire

How many tears am I gonna shed for our goal? (Uh)
The pigs been known is my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes I drive-by, I need it
My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke
The homies tell me I'ma burn up but never threw me a rope
They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life in my stash
One more strike, I'm with the lifeless, split the fifty in half

I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids
We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts
They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance
The only way that we'll see 30 'less is we live in the can
Then probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a hoe
Because the man of the house ain't the man no mo
And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope
I send her in a deep depression 'til our post went ghost
And I just sit and watch from hell as the pyro grow
So long, stuck behind the fire tryna clown my flow

I tell your body
(Your body, your body, your body, your body...)
(Woo)



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, Quincey Hanley, Robert Mandell, Dacoury Dahi Natche
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