(WANYA)
Let me tell you a story, don’t even know where to begin
Let’s go back to the time when stress wasn’t a thing
Pre-paid SIM-card in the phone, so the phone would never ring
Playing football on the courtyard, boy I felt like a king
But then my parents broke up, and It all fell apart
Had to leave my mom and friends and yo it hurt in my heart
Momma got a new man, and my dad a new wife
But I was an optimistic kid and I embraced my new life
Even when I moved on the pain was lingering
The old sparks in my heart were rarely twinkling
I had to find a new way, perception on being me
Now let me tell you ‘bout my life without the birds and the bees
Moved to new city lost and I all my friends
Oh yeah, All of it happened in the 2010’s
For a lot of shit I still don’t have the answer
But trust me man, it made me set my standards
What in the world did I think I would be?
My family, no legacy, I guess I will see, I’m gonna be free, spit my emotions on top of a beat
Gotta confess, I know that I’m blessed, thinking ‘bout you, memories I caress
Now here in car, say “au revoir”. Might blessing or might be a scar
Let me tell you a story, don’t even know where to begin
Let’s go back to the time when stress wasn’t a thing
Pre-paid SIM-card in the phone, so the phone would never ring
Playing football on the courtyard, boy I felt like a king
But then my parents broke up, and It all fell apart
Had to leave my mom and friends and yo it hurt in my heart
Momma got a new man, and my dad a new wife
But I was an optimistic kid and I embraced my new life
Even when I moved on the pain was lingering
The old sparks in my heart were rarely twinkling
I had to find a new way, perception on being me
Now let me tell you ‘bout my life without the birds and the bees
Moved to new city lost and I all my friends
Oh yeah, All of it happened in the 2010’s
For a lot of shit I still don’t have the answer
But trust me man, it made me set my standards
What in the world did I think I would be?
My family, no legacy, I guess I will see, I’m gonna be free, spit my emotions on top of a beat
Gotta confess, I know that I’m blessed, thinking ‘bout you, memories I caress
Now here in car, say “au revoir”. Might blessing or might be a scar
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