Lyrics Turf - Amine
[Aminé:]
Walking
on
the
pavement
I
check
my
pride
and
my
teeth
on
The
girl
I
grew
up
with
lives
a
couple
houses
down
The
8 Bus
run
the
same,
dogs
howl
when
the
train
Comes
like
me
ex
girl
and
next
girl
Used
to
rock
the
S
curl
Wanted
me
a
Nextel
but
my
momma
copped
a
Razr
That's
why
I
couldn't
blame
her
Flipping
through
my
past
like
I
used
to
flip
the
phone
They
kicking
out
the
blacks
and
all
the
houses
getting
clones
Friends
used
to
do
pills
and
only
eat
at
Du's
Grill
The
food
was
pretty
good
but
the
times
was
better
These
are
the
only
days
I
missed
Like
the
first
shawty
I
kissed
I
used
to
have
dreams
now
I
dream
I
look
around
and
I
see
nothing
in
my
neighborhood
Not
satisfied
don't
think
I
ever
wanna
stay
for
good
Packed
up
my
bags,
told
mom
and
dad
I
gotta
go,
go
And
once
I
do
they'll
finally
see
the
inner
me
Everybody
wanna
be
a
star,
everybody
want
a
nice
car
Everybody
wanna
live
great,
have
a
good
damn
time,
never
trip
with
the
law
The
popo
up
in
PO,
dirtier
than
VO
Bullies
from
the
past
act
like
I'm
they
fucking
hero
Living
in
LA
for
the
weather,
I
facetime
mom
when
I
miss
her
I
got
some
homies
that'll
never
leave
my
home
When
I
pull
up
to
the
corner,
it
smell
like
Miley
Cyrus
I
told
em'
I
don't
smoke,
they
say
"boy,
you
fucking
wildin'"
Innocent
and
young,
reckless
and
we
dumb
Our
heart
is
like
our
earth
and
memories
the
sun
I
look
around
and
I
see
nothing
in
my
neighborhood
Not
satisfied
don't
think
I
ever
wanna
stay
for
good
Packed
up
my
bags,
told
mom
and
dad
I
gotta
go,
go
And
once
I
do
they'll
finally
see
the
inner
me
Mentality
the
same
from
my
folks
Momma
wanna
see
me
happy,
she
don't
wanna
see
me
broke
I
said
"bread
wine,
sauvignon,
rastafari,
babylon"
You
can
never
die
if
I
live
it
like
a
prize
(hey!)
Who
knows
who
I
am,
who
knows
who
I
are
Most
people
pretty
sketch
like
a
night
at
Echo
Park
That's
why
I
just
keep
it
cool
but
my
time
is
in
a
leisure
Everytime
I'm
home
I
catch
emotion
like
a
seizure
I
cut
the
first
night,
we
fuck
around,
I
put
my
finger
in
her
bootyhole
cause
you
know
you
gotta
test
the
water
with
hoes.
A-a-and
then...
I
slip
and
slide
through
the
times
in
my
youth
What's
the
age?
Too
young
to
worry,
too
old
to
dream
What's
the
age?
Imagination
to
me,
tragedy
to
some
What's
the
age?
I
guess
we'll
find
out
when
we're
older.
Touché
I
look
around
and
I
see
nothing
in
my
neighborhood
Not
satisfied
don't
think
I
ever
wanna
stay
for
good
Packed
up
my
bags,
told
mom
and
dad
I
gotta
go,
go
And
once
I
do
they'll
finally
see
the
inner
me
Oh
Ooh,
oh,
ooh,
oh
yeah
Ooh,
ooh,
oh
yeah,
ooh
Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah
Oo
yeah-eah-eah-eah
Ohhhh
hmm
Ohhhh
hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Turf
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