Tales (Explicit)

Tales (Explicit) - Schoolboy Q

Lyrics by：Q. Hanley/D. Natche/J. Dutton/R. Mandell

Composed by：Q. Hanley/D. Natche/J. Dutton/R. Mandell

Ha-ha ha ha ha-ha ha-ha uh uh

Ha-ha ha ha ha-ha ha-ha uh uh

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 ha

Who that n-word in that candy glow glow

Who that kid with no drive but at the park park park

You n***as tag it on walls we spray the cars uh uh

N***a 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

Stress smoke in my blunt

I need the funds uh yeah

Low n***a

I could've went d1 but like

I wasn't with it

My sats and grades was high enough

But I wasn't with it

I couldn't bring my dawgs with me so I wasn't with 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

I'll tell you 'bout 'bout 'bout 'bout 'bout it uh

Woo yo

I'll tell you

My feelings tell you my feelinngs my demons

I'm living I'm dreaming

I'll tell you 'bout it

I've found it I've tried it

I felt it my fire

How many tears am I gon' shed 'fore I go uh

The pigs been on us my heart been skipping

I lost religion my nine ain't perfect

A star is born sometimes I drive by needy

My baby mama paid the bills

I ain't have s**t on the smoke

The homies tell me I'm a burden

But never threw me a rope

They left me hanging on the corner

My whole life is my stash

One more strike I'm with the lifers

Split the fifty in half

I watch a n***a 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 we live in the can

Probably miss my mom funeral my daughter a ho

Because the man of the house ain't the man no more

And the b***h I call my girl

She done found my d**e

I sent her in a deep depression

'Til her 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'll tell you 'bout it it 'bout it it 'bout it

It 'bout it it 'bout it it 'bout it it 'bout it

It 'bout it it 'bout it it 'bout it it 'bout it