Late 808

I’ve felt the hate rise up in me
Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves
I wonder out where you can’t see
Inside my shell, I wait and bleed

I remember you and me
Back when we were seventeen
Drinking, kissing in the street
We couldn’t get enough
I see you layin’ there with me
Like my missing puzzle piece
Dreaming of what we could be
We couldn’t make you up

We had the songs that we sang along to
You had the moves to make me dance with you
I always saw you reaching and catching stars
We had the thing that everyone wanted
Hung on your sleeve, you wore your heart on it
Did you get out I’m wondering where you are?
(Did you follow your, follow your fire?)

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak
She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week
I get so drunk that I can’t speak
Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say
Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up
She says that I drink too much
I fucked up and she hates my guts
She says that I need to grow up

Socks on concrete, Jolly Rancher kids
I was talkin’ back and now I gotta stay at grandma’s crib
Bunch of tank-top, nappy headed bike-stealin’ Chatham boys
None of my niggas ain’t had no dad
None of my niggas ain’t have no choice

Woah, once again I am a child
I let it all go, of everything that I know, yeah
Of everything that I know, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free
We’re still the kids we used to be, yeah, yeah
I put my hand on a stove, to see if I still bleed, yeah
And nothing hurts anymore, I feel kinda free

Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?
Who gives a fuck?
Who gives a fuck?
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?

There’s a road I’d like to tell you about, lives in my home town

Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it’ll take you up or down

From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly

Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by

And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by

Whose motorcycle is this?
It’s a chopper baby.
Whose chopper is this?
It’s Zed’s.
Who’s Zed?
Zed’s dead baby,
Zed’s dead

This that sauce, this that dressing
Givenchy, n…. God bless you
If having a bad bitch was a crime, I’d be arrested (Tru)

Pour me a four and another, I love it
Sip, sip, sip, uh
It’s me and Hendrix in the club
Wondering if we gon’ take your bitch
We already got five, we was gon’ make her six
I didn’t eat today, but I took the Perc
And I prayed to God, it won’t make me sick

Wake up baby, comatose
Wake up baby, vamonos
Sleeping like we on an island somewhere in Galapagos
Its lonely at the top we hold hands, Geronimo
100% cotton oxymoron, oxycontin

Iced out watch (ice) ridin’ round, ten o’clock (ten)
Ridin’ round, geeked up, damn, think it’s three o’clock (three)
Four o’clock (four) five o’clock, six o’clock (five)
I’m gon’ pop, if I don’t, I’m back to the pot (whip)
I got rocks (rocks) big bales, big arms
Tommy gun (prr), come out and play, let’s have fun (yeah)
Big scales (scales) fish scale, big weight (fish)
Iceberg (ice) ice tray, ice tray (woo)
Plug called (called) tried to front, I don’t need it (brrt)
I don’t need it (brrt) pockets strong, wrist anemic (strong)

In my shoes, just to see what it’s like to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine
Go inside each other’s minds
Just to see what we find
Look at shit through each other’s eyes
But don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
Don’t let ’em say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

Been on my grind, taking what’s mine, I got my eyes on the throne

I’mma be fine, no matter the time, we all go along with the show

Every Morning there’s a heartache hanging

From the corner of my girlfriend’s four-post bed

I know it’s not mine and I know she thinks she loves me

But I never can believe what she said

I won’t back down

Hey baby, there ain’t no easy way out

I won’t back down

Hey I will stand my ground

And I won’t back down

Rihanna just hit me on a text
Last night I left hickeys on her neck
Wait, you just dissed me? I’m perplexed
Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
Damn, I’m really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
Was watchin’ 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
Realized I forgot to call you back
Here’s that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
Stan, Stan, son
Listen, man, Dad isn’t mad
But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun
And have a man-bun?
The giant’s woke, eyes open, undeniable
Supplyin’ smoke, got the fire stoked
Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
I say one call to Interscope and you’re Swayze
Your reply got the crowd yelling, “Woo!”
So before you die let’s see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (“Slim, you’re old”)—ow, Kelly, ooh
But I’m 45 and I’m still outselling you
By 29, I had three albums that had blew
Now let’s talk about somethin’ I don’t really do
Go in someone’s daughter’s mouth stealin’ food
But you’re a fuckin’ mole hill
Now I’ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
Ho, chill, actin’ like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
Gunner? Bitch, you ain’t a bow and arrow
Say you’ll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin’ lead (brrt)
Playin’ dead, that’s the only time you hold still (hold up)
Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
What the fuck’s in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
‘Cause I’m takin’ a shit in ’em, Kelly, I need reading material
…Dictionary…
“Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
Go back to Recovery,” oh shoot, that was three albums ago
What do you know? Oops
Know your facts before you come at me, lil’ goof
Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in ’02
To burn it in front of you, ho
Younger me? No, you the wack me, it’s funny but so true
I’d rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you

Ayy, somebody grab him some clippers (zzzzt)

His fuckin’ beard is weird

Tough talk from a rapper payin’ millions for security a year

“I think my dad’s gone crazy,” yeah, Hailie, you right

Dad’s always mad cooped up in the studio, yellin’ at the mic

You’re sober and bored, huh? (I know)

’bout to be 46 years old, dog

Talkin ’bout “I’ma call up Trick Trick”

Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch

Man up and handle your shit (ugh)

Mad about somethin’ I said in 2012

Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss

Homie we get it, we know that you’re the greatest rapper alive

Fuckin’ dweeb, all you do is read the dictionary and stay inside

Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new

That get me high like you do, yeah yeah

Ooh, now I’ll never get over you until I find something new

That get me high like you do

It’s been raining all night

Good times, good times

There’s gonna be good times, good times

I know there’s gonna be-

Work every day ’til me meet ends

Haffi tun it up pon weekends

Buss a toast, be a real friend

Tell me weh yuh drinking, cah

But I’m hungry, so hungry

Need my family tree next to a money tree

With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden

With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me

I sip from the Fountain of Youth

So if I die young, blame the juice

Bury me in New Orleans

Tombstone reads: “Don’t cry, stay tuned.”

Bring me back to life

Got to lose a life just to have a life

But if heaven’s as good as advertised

I want a triple extension on my motherf…..’ afterlife

Rest in paradise

‘Nother backend, I’m back on the road

Flooded Patek, paid off a show

Drippin’ this rare, more this Vlone

Hoes by the pair, I’m never alone

Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons

Drop eight in a two, and let it dissolve

Balmain my denim, young Gun wanna ball

Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog

My foreign’s a toy, I’m still a kid

Ten K this year for Coachella, it’s lit

Bro got umbrellas to cover her wig

Open Ceremony, left them in a trench

Lightning bolt diamonds ’cause I want revenge

We straight like a line man, I really got rich

Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss

Don’t get it confused, I’m still bangin’ the six

New Cartier, Gunna a don

N….. tryna soak up the drip like a sponge

Hate just contagious, I keep me a gun

I’m focused on makin’ that M in a month

Baby order twenty thousand in ones

Walk in and buy, I’m not asking how much

Red on the bottom, you need to catch up

Consistently droppin’, I need me a dub

I wanna turn up the loft
I want strawberries with Voss
I want a Gucci hat
I wonder why these n….. rap
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I”ma get it (Skr Skr)
I wanna ratchet lil baby
I want my frames from the 80’s (Skr Skr)
I wanna rock that Rick Owens
I want The Recipe blowin
I want it so ima go get it
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)

You say you never saw this comin’, well you’re not alone

Million dollar renovations to a happy home

My ex says she gave me the best years of her life

I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right

All that I want

Is to wake up fine

Tell me that I’m all right

That I ain’t gonna die

All that I want

Is a hole in the ground

You can tell me when it’s alright

For me to come out

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like Rs and Vs and Os

I don’t really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Chubbs through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn’t no cameras, wasn’t no pose

Just like that one time at ‘Chella

Good thing man weren’t pullin’ out phones

Young Sheck Wes, I’m like the f….. Green Goblin

So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears

And then she tell me and I be all ears

And then I go and tell my people and they already know him

And then I call Liz and she say he comin’ over

I say, “Good girl, just remember what I told ya”

She gave me the salute, I say, “Girl, you’re a soldier”

We’re waitin’ outside, watch him pull up

Walk up to the door and right before he knock

She open the door naked, she left it unlocked

They started French kissin’ so he didn’t see moi

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch

Music up loud with his head in the clouds

Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him

Piss a n…. off, put a gun to his frown

N…., turn around, I ain’t here to fuck around

I ain’t here to f… around, caught you wit’ your pants down

You know what it is, put your f….. hands up

Liz, that’s enough, you can put your hands down

And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her

She a good actress and you a dead actor

You’ll be dead after we get what we’re after

If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh

Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring

My summer wine is really made from all these things

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to

A song that I had only sang to just a few

She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time

And I will give to you summer wine

Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Place your love on all my pain

How you mince my heart oh darling

Everything I’ve done you knew you known

I ain’t really never had a home

Damn I really hate feeling alone

Maybe you can make me feel at home, baby

2 AM, my mind’s on us

All my friends out to the club

Saw you there, they said you’re numb

Numb to the pain, oh how you changed

It’s not ’bout the girls, it’s not ’bout the fame

Blowin’ the clouds, tonight it will rain

You havin’ fun, this isn’t a game, oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I’m living in that 21st Century, doing something mean to it

Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it

Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it

I guess every superhero need his theme music

Biblical sky speckled with flame

Do you hold your mother’s eyes

From wetting the earth?

From weeping for those

Who reward fame to absolutes of war?

Or for heroic myths

Provided to children

Married into ferocity?

They instead witness themselves

All in your mind with fears that would come true

The back of my mind, the back of my mind was you

Wishing that I could blind myself from view

And only have eyes, and only have eyes for you