Never, Suburban Boy Blues
Lyrics
Aye, never was I the elite
Never stood out in these skreets
Never involved in no beef
Never could speak
How I ever felt about girl
Always bright comic sans to the beach
And I never been weak
Never heard so I never speak
Never had a dedicated team
And I never been for me
Never been all that I could be
Never had a show overseas
And I never been a G
Never really cared about sneaks
Never kept my feelings discreet
Never loved the police
Never had an ideal physique
Never took things for what they seem
'Cause I'm always thinking deep
Always chasing dreams never sleep
Never followed ways of the sheep
But I never been cheap
Never did I want to pay a fee
And I always did favors for free and never could be
Shoutout to the goofy lookin' kids that grew up to be semi-aiight
Never been the coolest, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Never been the cutest, cutest, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Slow down, P-Funk is back
I see a whole lot of folks running 'round with my old style
It's cool I don't want it back
I let 'em hold that
But remember it's still me like a pronoun
My style is profound they want to hear me rap
But I rather take a nap 'cause I'm boring and I'm old now
And I'm in control now, I stopped chasing cool
When I seen the popular kids after graduating school
But that's none of my business (Sips tea)
Arts and raps and all things intrinsic
I can't believe I had the remedy in me all along
My mind imploded hoping to blow up like atomic bombs
Ironic gotta break fast like Ramadan
When I'm feeling saucy I might hit a couple Comic-Cons
Just to flex, shy IRL social butterfly in texts
Leave a message, cause I
Never been the coolest, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Never been the cutest, cutest, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Never been the fastest, fastest, fastest, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
I pick my nose freely, at times I shower weekly
P-B is for the kids like O-DB
I'm Chief Keef meets Kool Keith and Keith Haring
I'm less OG Bobby Johnson more Bobby McFerrin
It's the comic book copper
Anime watcher, illustrator, animator, rapper, producer, and doctor?
I'm like J. Dilla meets the Gorillaz
Hella bars meets Hannah Barbera, aye
It fell in our laps, when I'm hap I spell in all caps
Got me state caps locked I'm telling all facts, get it
Leading blacks to the promised land like a black reverand
Severly anti-social but leave tracks severed, then desert it
Act like it's no concern, back out 'fore I'm observed
Extorverted, introvert rap verses
How you gonna be flawed but act perfect?
How you cool on the web but you wack in person?
That's why I
Never been the coolest, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
Never been the cutest, cutest, nigga, nigga
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
"What if America loved black people like they love black culture?"
Here's a story 'bout your life
And if you could live it right
It's an ordinary day
It could all be taken away
I remember the first time I got called nigga, it was on the bus
José thought he was being tough, I snuffed him
I was 98 pounds so it didn't budge him but fuck him
Been in Ohio for a month see that was my introduction
You should know, y'all showed me that being black ain't beautiful
I grew to hate summer 'cause I would get darker than usual
My brother would call me "chabon," white kids called us Sambo
Don't show "Roots" in school, that gives these little goobs they ammo
It made me hate my self, see I was stuck trying to fit in
Believe it or not growing up I ain't notice that I was different
I started denying my black looking at white for acceptance
I started to find out what I is and what I isn't
See I'm a young black intellect, a king-like silhouette
I walk like a man and all I demand is respect
See now the kids that might've played me, play me in they decks
Without a pause for every cause there is effects
Without applause I did it all for kids to rep, they true identity with serenity
For all them kids on Monroe, with no Kennedy (Leaders you know?)
Just follow these rhythms endlessly
The second time I got called nigga
It was online by this kid that was in my class, I played it cool
'Cause I ain't want him thinking that I was mad
He was smaller, i ain't have the heart to kick someones ass
Teachers called me homie, girls touching my hair
Fucking thinking it's funny accusing me of whatever was stolen at the house party
We seen as criminals early
But little do y'all know me and my niggas did nothing to nobody
In the afternoons I'd burn my CD, then ride in the city
With T-Mac, Spyd, Beezy, and City
Keeping busy while minding our busi
Bumping bleezy, that's me but, I digress - we took it easy
Early memories of riding round feeling black and proud
I made sure they kept the weed at home, but we was bumping loud, get it?
Next thing I know City rolls with window down this dude said "Turn the music down"
Yeah I do remember that
I don't think they came at me and T-Mac
(Aye turn the music down)
Pedro, fear of dogs
That didn't happen but - dogophobe
(Turn that fucking music down!)
Aye hold up, excuse me man, like - what's the problem dude?
Here's a story 'bout your life
And if you could live it right
It's an ordinary day
It could all be taken away
Writer(s): Cordell Lowery, Pedro Fequiere
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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