The Season|Carry Me

歌詞

My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it's paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming 'round (I hear it rain and pour) How did you find me here? It must be perfect timing (Forever grateful) If I didn't love you then I damn sure love you now (Fruit of your labor) Say ain't shit change but the bank statements Spent the summer in the rave with the beach babies Threw your chula in the buggie With the top down up the PCH I'm heading north, I hope it doesn't rain Went from playing community ball to balling with the majors (Oh, what you major?) Yeah nigga I ran bases, pitch flame I call plays, remove labels And fuck fame, that killed all my favourite entertainers (Nothing short of amazing, ooh yeah) But I'm short on my patience See, I don't play that shit, I don't ever forget And don't forget that dot, nigga you paid for it I spent years being called out my name Living under my greatness But what don't kill me is motivation My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it's paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming 'round (I hear it rain and pour) How did you find me here? It must be perfect timing (Forever grateful) If I didn't love you then I damn sure love you now (Fruit of your labor) : Carry Me Six years old I tried my first pair of Jordans on (Momma can you carry me?) It was late in the fall I caught a glimpse of my first love, my god (Momma can you carry me?) Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord Why they had to take my ma? (Momma can you carry me?) To the early morn (Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning (Momma can you carry me?) Hey, hey, hey, gather 'round hustlers That is if you're still living And get on down before the judge give the sentence A few more rounds before the feds come and get you Is you gonna smile when your date gets issued You know them feds taking pictures Your mom's in prison, your father need a new kidney You family's splitting, rivalries between siblings If cash ain't king it's damn sure the incentive And good riddance Q: Is the element of danger an important factor for the members of your peer group? A: Yes, you might say that. Why don't you give it a try and find out for yourself? 'Bout the year Drizzy and Cole dropped I was sleeping on the floor, newborn baby boy Tryna get my money pot so wifey wouldn't get deported Cursing the heavens, falling out of orbit Tryna roll this seven, tryna up my portion What about your goals? What about your leverage? So they don't force you into some hole What's the meaning of my fortune meeting? When I crack the cookie all it said was "keep dreaming" When I look at my tree, I see leaves missing Generations of harsh living and addiction I came to visit during the seven year stint But they wouldn't let me in because my license suspended Now I'm scraping the pennies just to kiss you on your cheek It's gonna be a couple weeks before I get it I know you miss me Six years old I tried my first pair of Jordans on (Momma can you carry me?) It was late in the fall I caught a glimpse of my first love, my god (Momma can you carry me?) Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord Why they had to take my ma? (Momma can you carry me?) To the early morn (Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) Yeah, oh, oh, oh And one of these is my rise One of these is my downfall And I'm the one to make it right I wanna make it right And one of these is my rise One of these is my downfall And I'm the one to make it right I wanna make it right I wanna make it right I wanna make it right (Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning (Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning (Momma can you carry me?) Oh lord (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) (Momma can you carry me?) Psychologist: I see here they call you a masochist Leroy the Masochist: I like pain Psychologist: Can you be specific? What kind of pain do you like? Leroy the Masochist: Any kind of pain