Текст песни Bayou Brush - TMKO

Yeah
Too many times I done gave clothes off my back
I ain't ask for nothin' back (ahh, ahh)
It's TMKO nigga yea (ah yea)

Just a youngin growing up in the south, don't know which way to go (ahhh)
Just a youngin tryna grow up don't know which way to go
Them people praying for him, them people praying for him
By the bayou I sit aside and lay down my lies, just tellin' angels in the sky to hold all my Cries
It's a journey young nigga, make sure take care yourself
Don't fold up on em, they need you and won't take care themselves

That right there is who I do it for, my people
They on the ropes and telling me everyday I'm the one gon give em hope (ahh, yea)
But if I give my all to you, tell me who gon give me soap when I need it? (hey)
Too many times, I done gave clothes off my back
I done gave what's left in my pocket, I didn't ask for nothin' back
My mental been fuckin with me
I'm so tired of being done wrong, got a heart made out of gold and it's feeling so cold (so Cold)
Them people slept on me
I tried to tell 'em just get wit me, don't give up on me (yeahh)
My bank account is running digits, running up that green
Youngin, southside of Houston, Texas
What you know bout me?, He only stand nineteen
Missing my Uncle Joe, I think about him daily
I ain't never seen the family broken like the day you left us
I know you looking from the sky Wood, please give me some strength
Cause right now it's now or never, I'm tryna soar real high just like a eagle

Just a youngin growing up in the south, don't know which way to go (ahhh)
Just a youngin tryna grow up don't know which way to go
Them people praying for him, them people praying for him
By the bayou I sit aside and lay down my lies, just tellin' angels in the sky to hold all my Cries (ahh yah)
It's a journey young nigga, make sure take care yourself
Don't fold up on em, they need you and won't take care themselves

The only thing I know, is to fall up on my knees
To the Lord, thank ya Jesus you done gave me what I need
Broke it up in the scripture, I done finally got some peace
So Lord if they run up on me I'm gonna blow em all my heat (Bla-blam)
Ima, pull up acting bad on em
Walking with a big sack on me, I'm in this bitch painting
All brush, no pen or notepad on me
My nuts been dropped nigga
You and him want it, come and bring your homie (come here)
But take this, here's some knowledge for you (yeah)
I want all the smoke, I really get to bussing
I'm steady seeing all these memories running, running all the way since I was just a child Yea
I can't beat it out my head, so much stuff going on (no ah)
Rest in peace to my nigga Quese, they ran in his house shot him dead (young king)

Just a youngin growing up in the south, don't know which way to go (ahhh)
Just a youngin tryna grow up don't know which way to go
Them people praying for him, them people praying for him (praying for him yea)
By the bayou I sit aside and lay down my lies, just tellin' angels in the sky to hold all my Cries (yea)
It's a journey young nigga, make sure take care yourself
Don't fold up on em, they need you and won't take care themselves

Mhmhmmm, yea
Bayou boy, city boy nigga (mhmmm)