Текст песни Bodega - Gabrielknowseverything

Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life
Had to hustle, had to get it, keep the family right
Sending bread overseas on a one night flight
'Cause we got it better here, but if you here you sacrifice
MashAllah, I count my blessings in the night
That my father worked a corner store all my life
Lived the life just like an immigrant, the family right
How we hustle, how we get it, yeah we all got appetite
I can't never stress I'm counting all my blessings
While I'm stressing how I'm gon' make it to heaven
Coming down, no
It's getting old
Though I lived before, I guess I missed the lesson
While I'm stressing how I'm gonna' get to mother fucking heaven
I get jealous, yeah it really gets depressing
Coming down, no

Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life
And I worked a corner store damn near my whole life
Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life
Coming down, no, coming down

I started working overtime when I was twenty
Tryna' find a way in the world with making money
I got kicked out of school, I was on too much shit
So my Dad gave me a job to work the fucking night shift
I was driving 407 to the 813
Driving nights with my blunt in my rearview, can't see me
Hoping that I don't get pulled over just puffing on the only thing that kept me happy at the same ain't that some shit
But I'm 'fenna' quit
Where I started smoking grits
And all the homeless junkie shit
Where I learned some fucking lessons 'bout how Tunechi users get
Where I sold my first rose
Never let that shit go
What make us different than the dope they supplying we just do it on the low
And so, we sold our soul
Hoping that God let it go
Weighing heavy on my conscious, anchor in bulk
Where I hit my first lick
Some shit I'll never forget
Swear to God it was an accident I never meant
And sometimes I swear I live at the store
Because sometimes it won't let me go

Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life
And my brother worked a corner store all my life
Lived the life just like an immigrant, the family right
How we worked the corner store our whole damn life
Yeah my father worked a corner store all my life
And my brother worked a corner store all my life
Lived the life just like an immigrant the family right
How we worked the corner store our whole damn lives, no