Текст песни ballin' 95. - EB

I was a ghost
I was a ghost who had no place there
Colonialism, haha

It's the Nigerian with a heart of Ghana
America don't like us blacks, they had a problem
So I had to build my confidence up from the bottom
Hmm, gas myself up like marijuana
Cause, y'all really be drier than a Popeyes biscuit with no water
Falling victim, get validation from false prophets
Scrolling up and down, porn and violence through eye sockets
Brain overload, sensory and word vomit
Aw, stop it, man, I'm tired of the nonsense
Compare, contrast like almost everything a contest
Think you got progress, but you got Congress
ICE starving some young kids, it's all theft
Aye, I'm told that we living in evil days
No more okay kings, the wars the taxes pay
When all the systems corrupt
And all the people stuck up
It's easy to look into drugs
But I just really look up
Uh, and pray to God, let these mountains move
I been tired of wane and waxing all these goofy moods
I got my new tune, I got a new boo
Done second guessing myself, like who is you?
Look at me, stopped living in my head
Disregard insanity, go get some bread
Cause time tick, before you know it, you're dead
Flying low through the fast lane, we sped
Reppin from the 757
To the 234
I ain't forget the 233
Black star flow
Most definitely will I take over your show
And make you end abrupt, like the name Soprano

What
What
What
What
What

Huh, now live your life as you please
But if that includes sucking up my own peace
With the pretty pity deets
Imma do you like Patsy, it won't be cinematic
I try to pacifist, but I feel I'm just acting
Let my lips leak, lace up my bad habits
I got things to say, why should I stay passive
But lemme forgive all of y'all for my sake
Y'all didn't know what you was doing and that's okay
The raw words wired lines in the sand, McNulty way
And I don't regret it, new motion from my play
I thought I was alone in these walls, calls with a ping
'Till I took a plane wing, Najia, summer '23
I never knew I had so much 'till that meet
Family loving me for me, can I believe?
I used to hate how I was wired different, it was jarring
Missing social cues, the crowd thought, "The kid's retarded!"
Why you hugboxing me to your prerogative
The truth shines brighter than the lies pocketed
A world outside these screens
These profiles just a highlight machine
The way the tables turn, a funny thing to me
I'm balling like the '95 Bulls, baby
I'm not an introvert
I'm just selective with the energy
You better know how you better be
I'm not punching up or punching down (the jigging was a litttle scary)
I'm tryna dig out of this crowd that I found
An algorithm, see their faces up in your cloud
You overstayed awhile
Now, get out of my sound
Ah, get out of my sound
Get out of my sound
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Outro, please

Are you falling?
Are you fading away? (that duvet)
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling, I'm faded (yeah)
I'm balling, I'm faded (yeah)
I'm balling, I'm faded
Are you falling? (are you really though)
Are you fading away? (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling, I'm faded (yeah)
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling, I'm faded (once again, once again)
Are you falling?
Are you fading away? (that duvet)
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling, I'm faded (uh-huh)
Are you falling? (shoutout to Drei)
Are you fading away?
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling, I'm faded
I'm balling
Fade in