作词 : yb

作曲 : yb

编曲 : yb

Original Track: Stoicville - T-Pain

remixed by yb

Whoever thought a young'un' from a city full of rattlesnakes

Was ever gon' make it out the gras patch

Seven heels

had me looking for a better deal

A hood n; I couldn't count on the NASDAQ

Coming home from school, I had tears in my eyes

They was picking on me and wouldn't give me my hat back

Now, I got enough hats to give away

It's better days, I refuse to have flashbacks

Nobody thought I knew what I was doing

Nobody believed, so nobody would walk me through it

But nobody achieved what I achieved

If only somebody could have just seen what I seen

Said they praying for me, don't we all got needs?

'Til I walk in the room, and they all just freeze

And they all look relieved, like, "st

If Faheem made it, now, we all got cheese"

Nah, homie, that ain't the way it work

Especially if you ain't even put in a day of work

Now, they going crazy 'cause I made it first

See, homie, I just made it work

It's a cold world, ask my old girl

She feel my pain, and I ain't even tryin' to make it hurt

And my daddy proud of me

But he got too much pride to say it out loud for me

Got that keyboard off the road, brought in the house for me

He coming to my shows, hanging in the crowd for me

Man, I still love my ns

The only thing that I ask is that they hold it down for me

I still rep the 850, yeah

I got it tatted on my arm, it ain't goin' nowhere

But motherfers will say that you changed

And they the ones that wouldn't last a day in this game

Don't get me wrong, I ain't saying I stayed the same

But I guarantee that I will never succumb to the fame

That's some bullst, and y'all know that ain't me

But I'd rather grow up than to stay eighteen

Life goes on and hopefully only great things

Traveling the world and seeing st that I ain't seen

Then, one day, I look at my reflection

And realize how I been actin' and how I been dressing

I realize I can make an impression

But good Lord, this is fin' depressin'

And good Lord, I got some fin' questions

I think it's time for some motherfing confessions

Wake up call, wake up call

My answer to every question was "f y'all"

All I need is this 9-11 to f broads

I just need to find a seven with enough flaws

My last album ain't do numbers like I wanted to

But that was God tryna ask me what I'm gonna do

He said "I hate to put obstacles right in front of you

But you gotta learn to get out of what you're goin' through"

Hurdles got jumped, mountains got climbed

Til' Molly came and put a fin' wall up in my mind

Now I'm in the crib trippin', complainin' and bin'

That liqour go to hittin', I'm in here reminiscing

How many ns told me I was gonna fail?

'Cause I got a list of ns that can go to Hell

They feel like I owe 'em something 'cause they know me well

Calling me a sellout cause I won't come back and smoke a L

The same n that told me I had a hit

Charged me $300 to put it up in his mix

Now suicide lookin' better than hittin' the lick

'Cause the whole time they knew that I was livin' out my whip

But now I see 'em, and I can't even take iit

Cause he walk up to me and say:

"Boy, I knew you was gon' make it"

And like, "Motherfer, do you not just recall?

I needed help, and you just left me sittin' on my balls"

That just wasn't the right life

So I told him bullst, to have a nice life

And all them girls yellin' at me from in front of the moon

Like n, how you just gonna go and get a white wife?

f you bes, I did what I did

Now, I'm running round my mansion doing st with my kids

But now, maybe my life is too sweet

Like I woke up in that Bugatti and went right back to sleep

Deep, I was dreaming, y'all ns was scheming

Like crabs up in the bucket, but y'all just got defeated

And all these bes, all just want my semen

The star collecting checks and ball up in the season

But ain't nobody give a f when ain't nobody give a f

Now, they got they hand out, asking me to give it up

And every time they ask me for something

They say, "Now, you know that I ain't never asked you for nothin'"

I got loss, I got loss

Credit cards got swiped, money got tossed

Hundred after hundred, dollar after dollar

Drinking every kind of liquor, then that Molly

got swallowed

I know I fed up 'cause I'm a grown man

So now, I'm thinking like my old man

He said "You wanna make God laugh?

Then look up in the sky and try and come up with your own plan"

Now, I see my ns just want me to win

But I won't have 'em if I keep disrespecting my friends

They been through it, say they know the feel

So all I need is a trip up to Stoicville