Told You

Skeeyooo, Yo Yo that bombazee got me high (that bombazee word up) From the go, off the shofar blowing Mean the coming of the Zohar poet In the cabal with the pro dart throwers It's on point I pole vault High bar showman since the days of Izods And the Tiger Shullmans Had the O-Dog braids Shaka and Jarod had the Olafs I star-gazed at the Lo Life craze Never seen the Ozarks First time seeing ski goggles was on a train In front of a cold hard gaze It felt permanent Poverty determinants Cruel tournaments Hop the ave with bags shopped from Burlington Never had no Clark Wallabies or a shearling Had to explain to pops why sneakers is worth murdering for The same tale, it's just another cover My coat of many colors It brought the yoke of some envious brothers I want the milk and honey like any other If you the plug and got a better come-up Go ahead, send me the number (Send me the number fam) Right That Bombazee got me high Right, yo That Bombazee got me high (..need to make money) That Bombazee got me high Right I just wanna kill shit Hey, this some real shit Cuz that I done never spoke I hold my emotions So my soul and my heart in my throat I'm a career crook Call me a ghetto pope You couldn't see half of my life looking through a microscope My sister said it'll get better but I beg to differ My life been hard since I was sucking on my mama nipple To end up like I am now that was my fear I'm 38 now and still quick to shed a tear Aye love it don't cost nothin' to be real I done cried so much had to tattoo my own tears Fucked over my own peers And I done burned me a bunch of bridges It's only for the grace of God I thank you, Jesus, that I'm still living Hold on, give me one more Told you That bombazee got me high Told you That bombazee got me high Told you That bombazee got me high Told you