letra de past - aye ray
[verse 1]
thinking back to the days…
back, when my mom got p-ssed, if i ever got caught, when i’m smackin’ my lips
talked back, got slapped, hand print got stamped on my face
can’t get spanked anymore, got immune to the belt, so she raised it up a notch, now i’m catchin’ her fade
that was the reason that i never liked to chat with the fam, i demand that they give me my sp-ce
started feelin’ sad, lookin’ back, i get mad, ’cause i’m actin’ the same, sarcastic, a bashful disgrace
a p-ssive, irrational -ssh0l-
spaz, when i rage on a track, hulk smashin’ the b-ss
tryna save up every bit of cash that i had, for a sack or some hash, to get blazed
now, i’m half-dead, got haze in my brain
i’m half-way insane, i’ve erased all my pain…
[hook]
growing up in this generation, where the kids barely know what respect is
but there’s few who remain, who display it, while the rest showin’ traits of being reckless
even me, i’m connected, from the decade that clinton got elected
this is dedicated to all of the care-free kids with potential, but don’t invest it
[verse 2]
thinking back to the days…
back, when my mom got p-ssed, all my slackin’, impactin’ my grades
man, i really coulda p-ssed with all a’s
i was busy tryna get a laugh to replace
the fact that i lack motivation, attention span got distracted, tryna get a glance of the waist of the girl in my cl-ss
-ss was the fattest, attractive, tryna spit game was a waste
shoulda paid attention in math, learn to add to a stack
i’m subtractin’ a gram, from the weight
dabs, then a tab, trippin’ acid
chance, with this rap sh-t, vocab vast, and expansive
tryna save up every bit of cash that i had, for a sack or some hash, to get blazed
now, i’m half-dead, got haze in my brain as a means to escape from the pain…
[hook]
growing up in this generation, where the kids barely know what respect is
but there’s few who remain, who display it, while the rest showin’ traits of being reckless
even me, i’m connected, from the decade that clinton got elected
this is dedicated to all of the care-free kids with potential, but don’t invest it
[verse 3]
thinking back to the days…
back, when my mom got p-ssed, i was actin’ a fraction my age
but i’m glad i grew out of that phase
slave to my habits, cranium detached from the base
my att-tude was trash, ’cause i stashed up a m-ssive amount of hate
had to get wasted, plastered, then crash in my grave
pace of my thoughts, too fast, need a j, to delay
slow it down, came last in the race
never leave a trace of my antics, ray ban brand on the shades
maskin’ the gaze from the m-sses, got my gl-sses, lazy eye lids, trapped in a daze
tryna save up every bit of cash that i had, for a sack or some hash, to get blazed
now i’m half-dead, got haze in my brain, new strain to contain all the pain…
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