Amber Wavves

[Verse One] They was too legit to quit, but now they retirin’ Cause my crew be wreckin’ shit like the 80s Giants Lawrence Taylor suck a dick, you can't fuck with my blitz Traded up to Kristen Wiig from my Aidy Bryant And I know I need to study for my four finals But its Saturday and bitch, I’m on my Lorne Michaels Smack a hipster with muthafuckin’ Lorde vinyl Get the digits then I get up in a whore’s spinal (Lets get primal) I don’t fuck with ‘gac Sip coronas though Keep on drinkin till my blood is black Like I’m Crona, hoe Ragnarok so pass the rock and I’ma shoot it in they face Used to play that basketball but now I lay up with some Js Gon and tell me how it taste Heard my flow just like ambrosia Do you feel me? I’m Achilles Difference is, I patched my holes up, ok hollup Niggas still be ballin’ out they quota Meanwhile I’m with all soldiers raisin toasts like thought I told ya! Always causin’ problems when we show up No tears for the fallen, only ballin’ can console us This shit been my callin’ since I called on motorolas RAZR blade, taper fade, journal full of poems Distant friends actin like I owe ‘em But its MAAB LIFE to the end, say the letters if you know ‘em My condolences to my opponents Cause this the type of shit that only happens when you’re chosen [Chorus] Oh, tell me what it be Demons in my soul and shackles on my feet Ay, can you break the chains You can be my old head, call you Amber Waves And believe me, I’ve got much to learn So will you teach me Before I crash and burn [Verse Two] No new friends ‘cept for all my new friends I’ve been high for weeks, sorry bout my mood trends Vyvanze shrooms and LSD with my wellbutrin I would mix them just to see if it was amusin’ And we bumpin El Debarge Beats by el carbon Sneak in through the yard, every night when I get home If my dad’s still up, he’ll prolly lecture me bout how im grown And I need to try and get it on my own Communication is shit! You tell me I’m too relaxed! More like two steps off a cliff! But you would know if you asked! Stop taking parenting tips! From parents you never had! I only use this tape to mend the broken bonds from my past! I made my mom cry on Christmas I was dismissive and fresh When lupin came down south to visit told me the same for she left Decisions I made weren’t the best and lately I have been the worst Sometimes I just get depressed And look for people to hurt You should be more mature Can’t just blame things on her Only things you deserve are the ones you’ve earned, nigga newton’s 3rd Karma’s the toll we pay Follow these roads we’ve paved Lean on me, we’ll both be straight Family’s the only god that I know-these-days So the ghost-we-pray to, our savior Pretty sure he ain’t gon save ya Live like you’re your own damn maker And the struggles and the strife can’t phase ya My haters My homies All the elements that made my story Searchin’ for my pot of gold and a four leaf Heard the top’s like home, cause its lonely [Chorus] Oh, tell me what it be Demons in my soul and shackles on my feet Ay, can you break the chains You can be my old head, call you Amber Waves And believe me, I’ve got much to learn So will you teach me Before I crash and burn [Verse Three] Niggas just don’t wanna fuck with me no mo I been puffin on my cone and im just too faded Went and bought a fifth of rum up at the sto Honey buggin’ me to po’, said her cup’s too vacant Thank god for that captain morgan’s Makin sure the shit up in her glass stay potent Thought you were a match for me well scratch that notion Burn the j and the we kill the ash, that’s lotion Ro-lin got a tank fulla gas, amithaba on my dash and some frenchy’s chicken Hoe sitting (sin) in the passenger, yo I didn’t ask so don’t tell me how you friends keep trippin Why you touchin my cds, bitch? I ain't playin t swift But I might fuck-with-rhye Don’t think I’ll need to repeat this But if you let me beat it, just know that I love-you-aight? I don’t ever wanna cuff too tight You and I should decide of our own free will Ball like my lil nigga rubdi for real Quick as the devil, no tar on my heels Rhyme schemes get bitten cause niggas ain’t genuine (ginwin) enough and get stuck on the bandwagon wheels Honestly, What’s the appeal? Needles in veins cause they vain seekin’ thrills This been my dream since I was 17 And my counselor and dean were still puttin’ me down Bet they believed they had figured me out Funny now I’m the shit to which I wouldn’t amount