[Part I: "PROM"]
[Verse: Saba]
This remind me of before we had insomnia (Right)
Sleeping peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
Everybody was college-bound
No dollar amounts, in God we trust
Senior year, my prom ain't had no party bus
My cousin hit me on Facebook like, "What shorty you taking?"
I'm lying, I'm playing, I'm saying I got one to take and I'm waiting on her response
Wrote her a three-page letter, it's three days later, never hit me back—she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing me shit like, "Yo, is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed she never wrote me back
I hit him back, like, "Yo, well fuck her, it's on to the next"
I wrote that message thinking, "I'm awkward, prolly never have sex"
You know in high school, sixteen, you prolly late
My cousin hit me back: "Don't trip, bro, I got you a date"
So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
He said to call and tell her Walter sent you, you with me
I think about it for a minute, like, "What's his intentions?"
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember—vividly—he picked on me
He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin
What if this shit all a joke? Then again, what if it wasn't?
Would I really risk the chance of me potentially fucking on some stranger daughter
'Cause I barely know if I can trust him?
Prolly not
I finally call her, tell her, "Walter sent me, my name Tahj"
She ask me, "What's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom?"
I'm acting like I'm not excited, tryna play it off
"So what's the car we taking?" Worst come worst, her mom can take us
I call Walt to thank him; he said, "Don't trip and just wear black"
He said she cool and they go back; if any problems, hit him back
I never had to, but now, we in tune
He Facebook message me like, "Sorry, not to be a nuisance"
But he like thirty dollars short on all his prom suit shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz—that's the least that I could do"
He tell me, send him the addy, and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Okay, bet," never knew where he stay at
He walk down the street, hella surprised—"This where y'all place at?
Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin 'Rina?"
And I'm surprised, too; my family knew, kept this a secret
Me and Cuz stayed down the street, living different lives
Every day, he on the bus; me, I get a ride
I gave him thirty on the porch, he never went inside
He tells me, "Thank you," then he walk back home with a smile
He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple
I'm thinking, "Damn, that transaction was simple"
I'm talking shit, I know he hoop, I'm like, "Ayy, where the rim, bro?"
He like, "Tomorrow, if you free—you prolly weak as shit, though"
I know my brother not, so all three of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court
I'm hella passive, I was passing, I ain't have to score
The next day the prom; I couldn't sleep, I stayed up
My granddad gave me a condom, then walked away, didn't say nothing
She hopped out of a car and said that her name was Jada
My heart's racing, I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it player
Gave her the croissant or corsage or whatever the fuck
My mom handed me, and said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik"
Family ties, my grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie 'cause my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom, and
Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place
So he text me, like, "Cuz, this the spot, let's meet up later
And bring Jada through"; prom flashed, I kept it cool
We show up to the function—wait, she brought a change of clothes
I'm looking around, like, "Damn, I don't know nobody"
We at this party out west, and Jada left to get dressed
I fake like I'm sending texts; some stranger get really close
I swear that I hear his breath; then, he put a knife to my neck
Gave me the rundown like, "Jada my sister
And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss you, I'ma kill you"
At this point, I'm just exhausted, wondering, "Where the fuck's Walter?"
He shows up like thirty minutes after our altercation
I never mention it to him, he kinda overprotective
And I know if I tell him that he'll beat this nigga's skull in
Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "Fuck it," and I just chose to let it go
[Verse: Saba]
This remind me of before we had insomnia (Right)
Sleeping peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs
Everybody was college-bound
No dollar amounts, in God we trust
Senior year, my prom ain't had no party bus
My cousin hit me on Facebook like, "What shorty you taking?"
I'm lying, I'm playing, I'm saying I got one to take and I'm waiting on her response
Wrote her a three-page letter, it's three days later, never hit me back—she broke my heart
So now he IM'ing me shit like, "Yo, is shorty bad?"
I pretend not to be depressed she never wrote me back
I hit him back, like, "Yo, well fuck her, it's on to the next"
I wrote that message thinking, "I'm awkward, prolly never have sex"
You know in high school, sixteen, you prolly late
My cousin hit me back: "Don't trip, bro, I got you a date"
So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen
He said to call and tell her Walter sent you, you with me
I think about it for a minute, like, "What's his intentions?"
I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it
In fact, if I remember—vividly—he picked on me
He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit
I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin
What if this shit all a joke? Then again, what if it wasn't?
Would I really risk the chance of me potentially fucking on some stranger daughter
'Cause I barely know if I can trust him?
Prolly not
I finally call her, tell her, "Walter sent me, my name Tahj"
She ask me, "What's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom?"
I'm acting like I'm not excited, tryna play it off
"So what's the car we taking?" Worst come worst, her mom can take us
I call Walt to thank him; he said, "Don't trip and just wear black"
He said she cool and they go back; if any problems, hit him back
I never had to, but now, we in tune
He Facebook message me like, "Sorry, not to be a nuisance"
But he like thirty dollars short on all his prom suit shit
I'm like, "I got you, cuz—that's the least that I could do"
He tell me, send him the addy, and he'll slide after school
I'm like, "Okay, bet," never knew where he stay at
He walk down the street, hella surprised—"This where y'all place at?
Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin 'Rina?"
And I'm surprised, too; my family knew, kept this a secret
Me and Cuz stayed down the street, living different lives
Every day, he on the bus; me, I get a ride
I gave him thirty on the porch, he never went inside
He tells me, "Thank you," then he walk back home with a smile
He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple
I'm thinking, "Damn, that transaction was simple"
I'm talking shit, I know he hoop, I'm like, "Ayy, where the rim, bro?"
He like, "Tomorrow, if you free—you prolly weak as shit, though"
I know my brother not, so all three of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court
I'm hella passive, I was passing, I ain't have to score
The next day the prom; I couldn't sleep, I stayed up
My granddad gave me a condom, then walked away, didn't say nothing
She hopped out of a car and said that her name was Jada
My heart's racing, I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it player
Gave her the croissant or corsage or whatever the fuck
My mom handed me, and said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik"
Family ties, my grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie 'cause my dad lived in NY
That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious
Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom, and
Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place
So he text me, like, "Cuz, this the spot, let's meet up later
And bring Jada through"; prom flashed, I kept it cool
We show up to the function—wait, she brought a change of clothes
I'm looking around, like, "Damn, I don't know nobody"
We at this party out west, and Jada left to get dressed
I fake like I'm sending texts; some stranger get really close
I swear that I hear his breath; then, he put a knife to my neck
Gave me the rundown like, "Jada my sister
And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss you, I'ma kill you"
At this point, I'm just exhausted, wondering, "Where the fuck's Walter?"
He shows up like thirty minutes after our altercation
I never mention it to him, he kinda overprotective
And I know if I tell him that he'll beat this nigga's skull in
Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible
I exhale and say, "Fuck it," and I just chose to let it go
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