Aminé — Turf

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Walkin’ on the pavement, I chipped 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 my ex girl and next girl
Used to rock the S curl, wanted me a Nextel
But my mama copped a Razr, that’s why I couldn’t blame her
Flippin’ through my past like I used to flip the phone
They kickin’ 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 (Hmm)
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’ll ever wanna stay for good
Packed up my bags, told Mom and Dad I’ve 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 BO
Bullies from the past act like I’m they fuckin’ hero, uh
Livin’ in LA for the weather, I FaceTime mom when I miss her
I got some homies that’ll never leave my hometown
When I pull up to the corner, it smell like Miley Cyrus
I told ’em I don’t smoke, they say «Boy, you fuckin’ 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’ll ever wanna stay for good
Packed up my bags, told Mom and Dad I’ve 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 sip red wine, sauvignon, Rastafar, Babylon
My youth will 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 age? Too young to worry, too old to dream
What’s age? Imagination to me, tragedy to some
What’s 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’ll ever wanna stay for good
Packed up my bags, told Mom and Dad I’ve 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)