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letra de growin' up on gulfstream - speakeasy the rapper

(hook)
growin’ up on guflstream! those were the days…
in the village of palm springs! florida blaze…
was the only thing on my dome
only place i could call my home, call my home…
growin’ up on guflstream! those were the days…
in the village of palm springs! florida blaze…
was the only thing on my dome
only place i could call my home, call my home…
… on gulstream road

in the 96’ ranger, listening to dad’s truck mix!

(1st verse)
i ain’t grow up rich or broke, a bit of both
copped a lower-middle home in ’03 on gulfstream road
in the village o’ palm springs. i was 6 years old
bro was 3. met thе homies across the street
and so begins thе story of the og original
pokémon-card-tradin’, nickelodeon-tapin’
razor-scooter-racin’, nerf-pistol-totin’
nintendo-playin’ kids as close as kinfolk. spent the whole
summer every summer kickin’ it. something different
every day. we wake to cinnamon toast crunch and trix for kids
make a play atop a sycamore trunk and then, we split up
hide-and-go-seek tag ‘til the ice cream truck
comes to visit. then, we’re runnin’ in to get
quarters for a sonic hedgehog head on a stick to l!ck
sugar in our system got us jumpin’, hittin’ flips
on the trampoline in the backyard, bumpin’ linkin park
evanescence, black eyed peas, aerosmith and hendrix hits
plastic lightsaber on me. homie, get your fingers pinched
they say ignorance is bliss. i’m sippin’ liquid innocence
vanilla coke with my gulfstream road denizens
(hook)
growin’ up on guflstream! those were the days…
in the village of palm springs! florida blaze…
was the only thing on my dome
only place i could call my home, call my home…
growin’ up on guflstream! those were the days…
in the village of palm springs! florida blaze…
was the only thing on my dome
only place i could call my home, call my home…
… on gulstream road

in the f-150, listenin’ to dad’s truck mix!

(2nd verse)
street lights illuminated. we fightin’ tooth n’ nail
to keep bikin’ through the neighborhood but it’s dinnertime
momma call the kids inside. poppa got a pot of
pesto pasta with a side of sausage, sprinklin’ the spice
that’s that everglades seasonin’. just another wed-nes-day evenin’
gotta be in bed at 8. next day
me and lil bro gettin’ dressed. take alemeda
to the intersection. “wait!” momma told us watch for cars
she the crossing guard. walk across once she says it’s safe
speedin’ back to the crib to catch an episode of drake & josh
at the end of the day. next is fairly oddparents
spongebob marathon. man, it’s on!
but it’s dinnertime. christmastime is here. gotta decorate the tree again
poppa zip my sweater, takin’ me and him
to lights on gabriel lane. we smoke candy canes as though
it’s cigarettes. play wizards in winter next
on the radio. stankonia stay in rotation
throw bombs over baghdad on, dad rap along. how he say it so fast!?
windows stayin’ rolled down. blast dad’s truck mix
on the way to joy luck. get general tso’s with the same egg roll
soon as we make it home, go straight for the pokémon on my gameboy
“no; it’s dinnertime!” channel 5 sayin’ a hurricane is close
but i just wanna play legos. windows stayin’ boarded up
board games and cold spaghettios in my darth vader cloak
og trilogy on repeat. revenge of the sith my favorite, though
openin’ day in may, it made my 8-year-old brain explode
now i’m 10; almost 11. the end of fifth grade is close
watchin’ ned‘s declassified, takin’ notes
but it’s dinnertime. slurpin’ on spaghetti with the orange
sauce left over. dip the garlic bread for second course
stay seated after eatin’. we never did this before
then momma said “me and your father are gettin’ a divorce.”
with my headphones in, wishin’ it was dad’s truck mix!

- speakeasy the rapper

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