David Morris — Confessions of a Chucktown Kid
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The radio’s loud in my pickup truck
I’m doin’ ’bout 90 on the highway
I’m drivin’ out to my baby’s house
‘Bout to take her out
‘Cause man, it’s a Friday
I’m thinkin’ back to all that I’ve been through
When I was a wild ass kid
And honey, I swear I don’t know
How we got away with half of that shit
Ay, came up in a small town
Get up every time that I fall down
Always cross over like I’m dribblin’ a ball now
School nights out, late ???in’ on them walls now
Whatchu know about me and these late night streets
And my Jeep that was drivin’ out to KC
Rush shit like we was out at Lately
Cap high G dub home teams, baby
It’s me, just a Chucktown little kid
Throwing tags on the side of the buildings
Philly blunts and the seed don’t spill shit
We gonna crash on the west at Bill’s crib
Hit Hustlin’s first slice, nice cold Sprite with a lil crushed ice
Lil red pepper, not too much spice
Runnin’ from the police when we see those lights
Not tryna end up in juvie, life was a movie
We was just vibin’ and cruisin’
We wasn’t followin’ rules and carin’ ’bout nothin’
Just tryin’ to get through it
That’s just life
The radio’s loud in my pickup truck
I’m doin’ ’bout 90 on the highway
I’m drivin’ out to my baby’s house
‘Bout to take her out
‘Cause man, it’s a Friday
I’m thinkin’ back to all that I’ve been through
When I was a wild ass kid
And honey, I swear I don’t know
How we got away with half of that shit
Ay, remember all the dreams that you had
When you was just a kid with your dad
Playin’ catch outside, got a Little League game next week
And you wanna win that bad
It’s all sweet ’til high school comes
Then you learnin’ right from wrong
Then you feel trapped in your hometown
And you’d really like to run
Far away from this place
Police watchin’ every day
They caught you on cameras spray paintin’
Your name outside the gates
How to get away and lay low
Then it came back, had to take hold
Had to grow up, you gotta get old
Man, this old town’s just one black hole
Got a couple friends who are famous now
Got a couple friends with haloes now
And a couple more who are dangerous now
Servin’ time in jail but they can’t get out
That’s just life
The radio’s loud in my pickup truck
I’m doin’ ’bout 90 on the highway
I’m drivin’ out to my baby’s house
‘Bout to take her out
‘Cause man, it’s a Friday
I’m thinkin’ back to all that I’ve been through
When I was a wild ass kid
And honey, I swear I don’t know
How we got away with half of that shit
