Spose - God Damn
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The first time I got arrested, I was higher than the gas price
5-0 Rolled with some flashlights, that's life
I was in cuffs laughing, laughing like
"Whatever, homie, you know, bullshit happens"
And I swore, man, that would be the last time
Crime can't become a pastime of mine, nah
But a month later, cops busted through the locked door
And found a QP up in the sock drawer (Oh shit!)
And now I'm four charges deep, can't sleep
You know, plus, I ain't got laid in three weeks
Straight depressed, no checks, mic cable 'round my neck
Like I'm chill with the devil, what the heck, no sweat
I'm going mental and I'm chattering my dentals
'Cause these teachers used to tell me I had so much potential
But now, shut down, smoker, alcoholic
Life's rotten, got me plotting on dropping up out of college
Deuce court dates in late May, just great
Can't wait to get substantially, financially raped
Man, I used to be invincible, like "Fuck you" to the principal
But now I'm not sensible, goddamn!
(Goddamn!) Right when they cuff my hands
(Goddamn!) When I testify or take the stand
(Goddamn!) I seriously can't afford this, man
(Goddamn!) It's got me scheming on a master plan
So yo, I rolled into court (When?) rooster o'clock (Oh)
In two different socks
Mad bitches with speeding tickets was kicking it
The courtroom was crickets
My heart's pounding like the bass in your Civic
And I'm tripping like, "Please have mercy on my soul!
I mean, I only had a weed-filled bowl, oh no!"
Misdemeanors got my mom reaching for Kleenex
And I don't want my dad to know
So yo, it's like, "Goddamn" as they call me to the stand
And I enter the chamber like the Wu-Tang Clan
I plead my case, but the judge barely budge
I've been trudged through the mud since I met my boy Drugs
I realize I gotta Nip/Tuck my ways
I ain't Dave Chappelle, Rick James, rich bitch
Hey, I gotta rearrange priorities
Even more importantly and horribly
Ease off the Heinekens and forestry (Goddamn!)
'Cause back when I had lights up on my sneakers
Was eager to be a leader with my voice up on the speakers
But now I'm losing confidence, a life no longer positive
I mean, I wasn't conscious of the consequence
Bumming, I was off the wall like paint chips
Not thinking, drinking, banging, endangered, and feeling anguish
Slipping as a convict, tripping, taking bong rips
And doing all the wrong shit, goddamn!
(Goddamn!) Right when they cuffed my hands
(Goddamn!) When I testified or took the stand
(Goddamn!) I seriously couldn't afford this, man
(Goddamn!) It had me scheming on a master plan
So yo, it's been two years now, I ain't completely stopped
Weed stinking, beer drinking, I don't fuck with the cops, nah
I mellowed out, I'm more intelligent now
As opposed to the old Spose up in the felony crowd
It's like, fuck that, I cut back a lot for sure
I'm hanging in there like nutsacks and boxer shorts
I'm not going to court, I'm still repping F4
Still Spizzy-Spizzy-Spose, baby, catch me on tour, goddamn!
Goddamn!
Goddamn!
Goddamn!
5-0 Rolled with some flashlights, that's life
I was in cuffs laughing, laughing like
"Whatever, homie, you know, bullshit happens"
And I swore, man, that would be the last time
Crime can't become a pastime of mine, nah
But a month later, cops busted through the locked door
And found a QP up in the sock drawer (Oh shit!)
And now I'm four charges deep, can't sleep
You know, plus, I ain't got laid in three weeks
Straight depressed, no checks, mic cable 'round my neck
Like I'm chill with the devil, what the heck, no sweat
I'm going mental and I'm chattering my dentals
'Cause these teachers used to tell me I had so much potential
But now, shut down, smoker, alcoholic
Life's rotten, got me plotting on dropping up out of college
Deuce court dates in late May, just great
Can't wait to get substantially, financially raped
Man, I used to be invincible, like "Fuck you" to the principal
But now I'm not sensible, goddamn!
(Goddamn!) Right when they cuff my hands
(Goddamn!) When I testify or take the stand
(Goddamn!) I seriously can't afford this, man
(Goddamn!) It's got me scheming on a master plan
So yo, I rolled into court (When?) rooster o'clock (Oh)
In two different socks
Mad bitches with speeding tickets was kicking it
The courtroom was crickets
My heart's pounding like the bass in your Civic
And I'm tripping like, "Please have mercy on my soul!
I mean, I only had a weed-filled bowl, oh no!"
Misdemeanors got my mom reaching for Kleenex
And I don't want my dad to know
So yo, it's like, "Goddamn" as they call me to the stand
And I enter the chamber like the Wu-Tang Clan
I plead my case, but the judge barely budge
I've been trudged through the mud since I met my boy Drugs
I realize I gotta Nip/Tuck my ways
I ain't Dave Chappelle, Rick James, rich bitch
Hey, I gotta rearrange priorities
Even more importantly and horribly
Ease off the Heinekens and forestry (Goddamn!)
'Cause back when I had lights up on my sneakers
Was eager to be a leader with my voice up on the speakers
But now I'm losing confidence, a life no longer positive
I mean, I wasn't conscious of the consequence
Bumming, I was off the wall like paint chips
Not thinking, drinking, banging, endangered, and feeling anguish
Slipping as a convict, tripping, taking bong rips
And doing all the wrong shit, goddamn!
(Goddamn!) Right when they cuffed my hands
(Goddamn!) When I testified or took the stand
(Goddamn!) I seriously couldn't afford this, man
(Goddamn!) It had me scheming on a master plan
So yo, it's been two years now, I ain't completely stopped
Weed stinking, beer drinking, I don't fuck with the cops, nah
I mellowed out, I'm more intelligent now
As opposed to the old Spose up in the felony crowd
It's like, fuck that, I cut back a lot for sure
I'm hanging in there like nutsacks and boxer shorts
I'm not going to court, I'm still repping F4
Still Spizzy-Spizzy-Spose, baby, catch me on tour, goddamn!
Goddamn!
Goddamn!
Goddamn!