Confessions of a Chucktown Kid

(álbum: Red, White & American Blues - 2020)

The radio's loud in my pickup truck
I'm doing 'bout 90 on the highway
I'm driving out to my baby's house
'Bout to take her out
'Cause man, it's a Friday
I'm thinking back to all that I've been through
When I was a wild ass kid
And honey, I swear I don't know
How we got away with half of that shit

Ay, came up in a small town
Get up every time that I fall down
Always cross over like I'm dribbling the ball now
School nights out, late painting on them walls now
Whatchu know about me and these late night streets
In my Jeep we was driving out to KC
Run shit like we was out at Laidley
Cap High, G-Dub, home teams baby
It's me, just a Chucktown Ill Kid
Throwing tags on the side of them buildings
Philly blunts, Hennessy, don't spill shit
We gonna crash on the West at Bill's crib
Hit Husson's for a slice, nice cold Sprite with a lil crushed ice
Lil red pepper, not too much spice
Running from the police when we see those lights
Not tryna end up in juvie, life was a movie
We was just vibing and cruising
We wasn't following rules and caring 'bout nothing
Just trying to get through it
That's just life

The radio's loud in my pickup truck
I'm doing 'bout 90 on the highway
I'm driving out to my baby's house
'Bout to take her out
'Cause man, it's a Friday
I'm thinking back to all that I've been through
When I was a wild ass kid
And honey, I swear I don't know
How we got away with half of that shit

Ay, remember all the dreams that you had
When you was just a kid with your dad
Playing catch outside, got a Little League game next week
And you wanna win that bad
It's all sweet 'til high school comes
Then you learning right from wrong
Then you feel trapped in your hometown
And you'd really like to run
Far away from this place
Police watching every day
They caught you on cameras spray painting
Your name outside the gates
How to get away and lay low
Then I came back, had to take hold
Had to grow up, you gotta get old
Man, this old town's just one black hole
Got a couple friends who are famous now
Got a couple friends with haloes now
And a couple more who are dangerous now
Serving time in jail but they can't get out
That's just life

The radio's loud in my pickup truck
I'm doing 'bout 90 on the highway
I'm driving out to my baby's house
'Bout to take her out
'Cause man, it's a Friday
I'm thinking back to all that I've been through
When I was a wild ass kid
And honey, I swear I don't know
How we got away with half of that shit