little ones

Say something, Mom
Something, Mom
No not- no say anything
Anything
No you can say whatever you… want
Hi Jakey, I’m gonna skip this rock, ready?
Okay
Okay, here we go
I been tryna be on 10
But lately been felling X’d out, so I rap in Roman Numerals
Maybe make it annual and put it in the title
Live every anniversary of the Super Bowl
But I can’t keep putting out this mid 'cus careers are not renewable
So imma go to Chi-town and if there I get shot down
Play this at my funeral
Boy you know I been tryna get the one like Uno
But I’m feeling like my catalogue of trash been sumo
But I don’t wanna give it up like Juno
So Imma come through on EP’s with my crew doe
I ain’t ltting this go straight to the tombstone
Not befor I abandon my room so
Tell my sister Imma miss her, and tell every single mister that I gotta go out
like volcanos going «boom», Yo
And yeah I gotta few less people to miss, but I’m getting over it
And you know that I’m still 'bout every mom in this towns favorite sober kid
And I don’t say that as a brag, I just think it’s funny, all these women like «I saw on you in the paper»
And oh boy, how excited they are when they find out we got the exact same savior
You know I don’t cuss though
Way back I cut those
Still get my songs to bump so
Make sure my music stay explicitly christian and try to make y’all maybe get on
the same bus, yo
I been really getting in my feelings lately
But that shelf won’t get nothin' till you wipe the dust off
And if my God tell me I gotta be somewhere it shouldn’t be question homie,
I must go
Ayye
Can you stay a little while longer, please
I don’t care if we just sit down and watch TV
I just ain’t ready to let go
So please do what I said so
Back when we were little ones I wish that time would sustain its echo
Oh, and they just caught a fish
Maybe there’s some-
-Why are you talking in that voice?
Maybe there’s some fish in here
There’s some little one’s in there, but I don’t see any big ones
That’s good
Okay- Woahhh
Who’s gonna help me get up?
Who’s gonna help me get up?
Mom, I’m sorry for every single battle since Seattle and before that too
Dad, I’m sorry that it took so long to truly connect again with you like
Bea, you gon' change the world send me a postcard on Mars when you finally get
through
And if I don’t pick up that phone
Heh, I’m probably in the stu
I be out here spitting over type beats
Getting out everything I’m feeling in my psyche
This is for the white girls in more white Nikes
This for the people that really hate me and really like me
Since Kindergarten I been liked my hair spiky
And with the God I have, almost nothing is unlikely
And if I go big all you Christian truthers gonna think I’m with that one eye,
no Mikey
And keep me in check so I don’t get too icy
But I’m a bit too sensitive so say it politely
And if you just tuned in, hold on tightly
We’ve only just begun on this bumpy ride, see
Back when I was oh-so-tiny
Wanted to make movies so highly
And I kept my goals thinkin' brightly
So now I’m heading off to a film school in Chicago with the right league
It was a long and difficult road, thank God we finally got here
Like How I Met Your Mother but I ain’t in a bar hooking up with every since
girl in sight here
I came into this feeling out of a place, but then I shot right up,
call me Buzz Lightyear
And I don’t care you know if you don’t wanna hear it though, but for the ones
that do I’m spitting stereo from left to right ear
Can you stay a little while longer, please
I don’t care if we just sit down and watch TV
I just ain’t ready to let go
So please do what I said so
Back when we were little ones I wish that time would sustain its echo
Hello, Murry
Oh, I forgot about these people
These people on the move