Текст песни Kate - Jay Bel
I
ain't
been
home
in
a
minute
Nigga
been
out
tryna
get
it
Yo
the
fam
say
don't
let
go
your
dreams
until
you
get
it
Now
the
fam
say
I
ain't
been
the
same
they
think
I'm
different
How
that
make
sense?
Went
to
school,
didn't
make
sense
But
thank
God
that
we
made
tents
I
ain't
never
been
a
nigga
with
a
face
sense
I
been
raw
before
a
nigga
could
lay
text
I
bend
raws
and
fill
em
until
I'm
smackdown
I'm
stoned
cold,
finna
break
another
pack
down
And
these
days
niggas
arguing
to
compare
The
fronts
here,
front
here
then
you
back
down
My
nigga
don't
talk
shit
when
we
not
there
But
everytime
you
see
a
nigga
quiet
back
down
Cause
you
gon
see
a
nigga
since
we
on
the
map
now
This
our
shit,
get
the
fuck
up
off
the
Campground
Dissolve
shit
like
a
calculator,
aw
shit
Work
out,
since
you
way
under
the
bar
kid
Got
sub
shit
like
you
underneath
the
Barclay's
I'm
Barkley
how
a
nigga
finna
sun
shit
Sun
chips,
one
spliff
and
a
sunkist
One
time,
one
time
for
the
bud
kids
More
than
one
time,
one
time
i
got
punished
Just
for
coming
in
smelling
lovely,
like
"No
more
Company."
Still
brought
my
bud
in,
like
"Fuck
rules."
She
like
fuck
groove
like
she
don't
wanna
move
If
she
don't
wanna
dance
then
I
understand
But
her
other
friends
could
all
come
through
This
what
it
comes
to,
18,
I'm
a
young
dude
Gang
green
like
a
bucks
fan,
tryna
hang,
bring
your
lungs
too
We
ain't
leaving
for
nothing
Can't
nobody
tell
me
what
I
want
I
been
going
crazy
from
the
start
Wondering
what
life
could
want
from
me
While
I'm
just
tryna
live
it
comfortably
See
I
been
thinking
I
should
isolate
And
hopefully
I
find
the
perfect
place
All
a
nigga
really
wants
some
weed
While
I'm
just
tryna
live
life
comfortably
While
I'm
just
tryna
live
life
comfortably
[Voice:
Like
(sigh)
I
mean
i-i
see
that
but
you
can't
live
life
Comfortable
without
uh,
without
a
job,
An
education,
like
what
are
you
doing?]
All
a
nigga
wanted
was
some
weed
[Voice:
I
mean,
If
that's
where
your
head's
at
your
priorities
are
pretty
fucked
up]
I
ain't
not
smoke
in
a
year
I
ain't
not
hold
in
a
tear
Funny
how
the
whole
clique
hot
Me
and
Lonji
walked
up
in
and
now
its
frozen
in
here,
Iceboy
Gold
chandelier
smoke
in
the
air,
know
we
in
here
Lice
boy,
light
boy
finna
glo'
up
in
here
Been
in
the
dark
for
a
grip
They
ain't
know
a
nigga
spit
like
he
talk
with
a
lisp
Mom
looking
at
me
like
I'm
off
of
the
shits
Sorry
I
ain't
with
a
job
at
the
desk
I
perform
at
the
desk
while
they
jocking
my
disk
Pocket
fulla
pot
like
I
walk
with
a
dish
Don't
talk
to
me
All
a
nigga
wanted
was
some
sour
fucking
diesel
[Voice:
Dropped
out
of
school,
huh?
That's
the
word
around
town.
Think
you
Kanye?
That's
cute
How
do
you
plan
to
support
yourself?
With
a
fucking
high
school
diploma,
huh?
you
explain
that
to
me
I
mean,
you
have
goals,
you
have
dreams,
but
fuck
your
dreams
you
know
Get
a
fucking
office
job,
work
from
9-5
and
make
minumum
wage
And
then
you-you
know,
you
pay
back,
You
know,
uh
(sigh)
everything
you
owe
to
society
And
then
in-in
attemps
to
buy
your
soul
Back
you
uh,
you
die
before
you
reach
that
but
You
know,
thats
what
lifes
all
about.]
[Voice:
Look
kiddo,
im
tryna
talk
some
sense
into
you
I
actually
don't
wana
be
a
bully
or
anything
But
i
care
about
you
and
uh,
I
got
this
job
interview
set
up
with
UPS,
Hopefully
you
make
it
on
time
but
you
know
If
your'e
following
your
dreams
i
underts--
*dial
tone*]
I'm
tryna
cop
though
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1 Intreaux
2 Acid Lake
3 Shades of Blue
4 Kate
5 Often (Bullshit Interlude)
6 Bullshit
7 Full Circle
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