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letra de xanny marley aka the return of jojo dancer - squeegie o

(beep)

(dubbz)
yo squeege man, i seen your message on mysp-ce … and that sh-t’s p-ssin’ me the f-ck off. yo call me the f-ck back. we need to talk this sh-t out man. don’t do what i think your doin …. yo squeege man ….call me the f-ck back!

(beep)

(beat drops)

stuck on a bench somewhere in a ghetto where i’m not from
high as the mountains
lookin like a toothpick
caught in the matrix off of 2 sticks
and some diesel more sour than tainted seafood
don’t remember where i’ve been or where i’m headed
just glad i still got all money and not naked
like the last time b-tt -ss xannied out in ….. crib guess she was anxious to peek and see what i was working with
abuse my services
my thoughts run in circles kid
clown n-gg- oddity lingered where the circus is
or was
my imaginations on drugs
losin’ track of time
couldn’t think of what day it was
bar rage buggin’ on everybody i loved
tossing chairs falling down stairs
feeling a cut
around food but i wanted a oxy for lunch
robotic movements you would swear i was high off the dust
mixing these meds with my liquor
working on kidney failure if it dont errupt my liver
been p-ssed out for 3 days haven’t been to work so i won’t be paid
and when i’m with a shorty f-ck and tell her -ss to be safe
puttin’ on clothes on her way out
crushin’ up my pills in my weed gives it taste now
sp-ced out
friends would call me but my phone kept ringin
was tryna reach for it but a n-gg- never made
my cousin wanna go and see movie said i’ll take her
callin’ apologizin’ like 24 hours later
was a hot mess
almost od’d
started the fight sh-t
if dubbz wasn’t there would set my home up in fire
if anybody said i had problems i would deny them
demons in the back of my head
wasn’t inspired
till that night i almost died from the seroquel and the nyquil
smoking on some saliva intermixed with the loudness
couldn’t feel a thing as i’m leanin’ off the couch seat

sh-t

(man 1): yo, my n-gg- that sh-t was off the chain b
(man 2): word son. that sh-t was lit my n-gg-
(squeegie o in background mumbling)
(man 1): yo son, you iight?
(man 2): nah he good. he just trippin’, he in the matrix b
(man 1): i don’t know son, that n-gg- lookin hurt to me man
(man 2): i mean, he be iight though. he look iight. man, the n-gg- just high man. he just need to sit down and relax man
(man 1): nah son, that n-gg- ain’t right at all, i’m tellin’ you man. that n-gg- look like he bout to fall all over the m-th-fucf-ckin’ place
(man 2): nah son, trust me my n-gg-
you iight, right my n-gg-?
(squeegie o continues mumble)
(man 2): my n-gg-? my n-gg-!!
(squeegie o falls)
(man 1): oh sh-t!!!

(beat stops and sample plays)
down, down, down, down, grav-i-tyyyy

(sample stops and new beat begins)

(man 1): yo, wake up … yo squeege wake the f-ck up man
yo man, i think this n-gg-s dead my n-gg-
(both men get into argument, squeegie o narrates)

at the point and time where i needed god, this is definitely one of them for real man. i needed to snap back for real. i think i got it. just not sure yet, but either way i was f-ckin’ up in life for real for real

(man 2): look out for the n-gg- man. just look out for the n-gg-
(man 1): nah for real get this n-gg- together b he’s fallin’ the f-ck apart
(man 2): yo just chill b …. don’t sit the f-ck down and chill go get the n-gg- some water man for real man
(man 1): ight

(squeegie o)

heart beatin’ out of my chest
pupil’s dilated like i argued with death
couldn’t move a lick, slowly walking in steps
d-mn there busted my lip from b-mpin’ into a bench
i had 20 dollars and 10 of that’s gone
couldn’t tell you honestly what i done spent it on
thought i dressed nice, looking like fresh b-m
3x tee, girbaud jeans down to my nuts
with some 13 ‘s i tried to keep clean but they was scuffed
weightin’ in at 133 i’m skippin lunch
cotton mouth bend off half of a xan and a couple blunts
steady runnin’ but i couldn’t tell you what im running from
lost and couldn’t shake it
momma ain’t seen me in days plus my phones a prepaid haven’t made payments
wis said i missed 3 days, ain’t tryna pay me
plus dan couldn’t stand my black -ss would say he hate me
any money made went to studio sessions
d-mn there miss em if dubbz didn’t run and come get me
i was angry and i’m fighting myself the inner demons
smoking blunts and mackin on pills to change my feelings
didn’t wanna talk to n-body, yea i’m good
cause the only n-gg- who understand me is my book
had a few friends i sat on the bench wit occasionally
sayin my n-gg- get out the hood you can make it
cause these n-gg-s that they putting on now don’t really say sh-t
if you left the drugs alone you’d be god in the makin’
then lounge put me on, my 1st indie feature
treat me like fam , shout the boomer when you see a n-gg-
i had a plan, blurrin’ my vision couldn’t see it n-gg-
thanks to the xan
but in order to proceed
i had to stop living f-ckin life like a dope fiene
and dee had my back tried to guide me and love me
started makin sense once the brains off substance
had desire to conquer the world if i could clutch it
one day at a time
more wordplay and creative style in rhyme
different art when painted out of my mind
thought for a minute that i was gonna die
too busy chasing a high livin my life i wanted to cry
but
god put folks around you for reasons
blur seen the potential just as humble as he is
the edge of no bread was a flop but was proof
if i focus and get better the music steady improves

(squeegie o talks in the studio with friends)

word son, so
i was like yo, that’s when i realized like, yo i was really f-ckin’ the f-ck up my n-gg- like i was done son. was out here lookin like f-ckin like i was out here smokin’ rocks my n-gg- (laughter). i couldn’t remember the days of the week my n-gg- (layin’ on couches?) i was laying on couches my n-gg- p-ssed the f-ck out but yo my n-gg- i had to realize i had to get my sh-t together my n-gg- (at lest you didn’t wake up on a park bench with a b-mper sticker on you head)
nah son, i almost did 1 time son that sh-t’s not even funny yo (laughter) nahhh, that sh-t’s not funny son but yo, i mean you live and you learn my n-gg- but you know, you got the will power you get your sh-t together, you change yourself and that’s the beauty of life

- squeegie o

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