Beats like this remind me of '96
School days, when dookie braids were looking good on some chicks
Especially the girl next to me in my only yearbook flick, on picture day I ditched
I was that rapping kid, always on the roam alone, bailing with his headphone on
Relatively well-known but kinda on his own zone
Just sitting round like I had it all figured out
Just counting down the days till I could bounce
Of course that was back when the homey was anybody who knows me
We didn't know love so we didn't know lonely
My skin was too thin for anyone to get under
A tin man, blundering through an urban Wonderland
See thеre's certain things you just gotta roll your sleeves and discovеr firsthand to truly understand
And some more than others, so it seems
So while I smoked weed and roamed the streets many of us ended up in some sobering scenes
Waiting rooms with a baby due, operating rooms, masked ladies draining .380 wounds
Interrogation rooms, looking at a case or two, cuz either end of a .380's the wrong end to be facing
Looking for the palace, still no sign of Alice
And my hands are catching callouses handling all this baggage I gathered in transit
And I don't mean the ones on my eyes, so since you're asking
I don't talk to that girl I was with, and yeah, it hurts like a bitch
And certain people ain't my homeys no more, and it stinks
Don't cut your toes off to fit someone else's shoes, but sometimes all our nails need clipping
Remember how we used to say our time would come someday?
I guess that day ain't today, we're still on the runway
And remember how we used to say we'd make it together?
I guess along the way some ties got severed but whatever
Everything's perfect... everything's perfect
It's all about how you work it
And for better or worse, it was all worth it
School days, when dookie braids were looking good on some chicks
Especially the girl next to me in my only yearbook flick, on picture day I ditched
I was that rapping kid, always on the roam alone, bailing with his headphone on
Relatively well-known but kinda on his own zone
Just sitting round like I had it all figured out
Just counting down the days till I could bounce
Of course that was back when the homey was anybody who knows me
We didn't know love so we didn't know lonely
My skin was too thin for anyone to get under
A tin man, blundering through an urban Wonderland
See thеre's certain things you just gotta roll your sleeves and discovеr firsthand to truly understand
And some more than others, so it seems
So while I smoked weed and roamed the streets many of us ended up in some sobering scenes
Waiting rooms with a baby due, operating rooms, masked ladies draining .380 wounds
Interrogation rooms, looking at a case or two, cuz either end of a .380's the wrong end to be facing
Looking for the palace, still no sign of Alice
And my hands are catching callouses handling all this baggage I gathered in transit
And I don't mean the ones on my eyes, so since you're asking
I don't talk to that girl I was with, and yeah, it hurts like a bitch
And certain people ain't my homeys no more, and it stinks
Don't cut your toes off to fit someone else's shoes, but sometimes all our nails need clipping
Remember how we used to say our time would come someday?
I guess that day ain't today, we're still on the runway
And remember how we used to say we'd make it together?
I guess along the way some ties got severed but whatever
Everything's perfect... everything's perfect
It's all about how you work it
And for better or worse, it was all worth it
( Malkovich Music )
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