One Last Thing

(álbum: Blue Slide Park - 2011)

Everybody wanna ask where I came from
Young kid who bang drums, money, don't you worry, I'ma make some
Somebody changing the world, it only takes one
Never scared of death, but I ain't ready for that day to come
A million people in the world, I don't hate one
Even them dummies robbing people with some fake guns
Make mistakes, young boy, that's just what I heard
And you don't ever figure out what you don't wonder first
I got another verse, invincible and nothing hurts
A hundred words, coming up with what'll have your bubble burst
We can just fuck, you don't need to take my number first
Getting right to it, I ain't really tryna cuddle first
I used to try everything with her, but nothing worked
Got her backwards like she heard the thunder first
These are the days of our lives, and I ain't lying, kid
Being free, tell me what kind of crime that is
It said it can't let me spit a couple sentences
Always good penmanship, make sure you all remember this
You just entered into Blue Slide Park
The place where dreams coming true, that's where you find heart
Up until the sun come up, yeah, my crew grind hard
See me out throughout the day, but you won't find me in the dark
Say I'm smart with remarks, such remarkable bars
Who knew this music would get me a couple cars
That just sit in park 'cause I'm out somewhere travelin'?
Macking on the preschool honeys, you were somewhere tattling
Mac has been known to always spaz again
Every single track with him, "Oh, he's just so talented"
Dream of counting money 'til my fingers get some calluses
King with many palaces, a fucking golden fork to eat my salad with
I observe, asking what did he design
I see an artificial future for a digital mind
Muhammad Ali, yeah, I'm him in his prime
Just that normal kid in class you was sitting behind
Didn't really pay attention to him spitting his rhymes
But now you see his car, try getting inside
No, hell no
Haha, I wanna go back home

Keep it, hold up (Can't remember what the day's like)
Late night, can't remember what the day's like
Reminiscing on stop signs and brake lights
'Cause it seems that I'm always on the move (Move, move)
When they gonna let me back home?
Yeah
I wanna go back home
I wanna go back home