Nowalaters

[Verse 1 - Boots] Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush And I'm implying I ain't had no business crying Cause we used the rubber twice And we knew that shit was dying to bust Well we was only seventeen But you was older in between And in my fresh Adidas kicks I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in A nymphomaniac but which lacked discipline Or experience. Feet on my chest when I was put to the test You said "goddamn nigga, that ain't how ya get it in" Dashboards for leverage, tall cans for beverage The weed can make you courageous Make a Honda Civic seem so spacious Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway [HOOK] You smell like Care-Free Curl and Nowalaters baby Said you like high-top fades And Jesse Johnson's "Crazay" Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy Learned a lot, thank you much today I'm still campaigning [Verse 2 - Boots] The lake don't smell so bad, now do it? Don't trip off your hair, baby. Just re-glue it The windows is fogged up, can't nobody view it Put down the O-E and turn up the Howard Hewett In some months we had things to discuss Like how we blew it: we got amniotic fluid And a baby floatin' though it Hey, imagine if it look like us It was way up in the vaginary And I'mma love my kids whether real or imaginary Quit school, work for the parents at the mall next to FashionBerry Operation cash and carry Manual labor from six to noon Making six doubloons, got a baby that's fixin' to bloom And he we fixin' to groom, plus grits the spoon So let me twist the plume We inhale and emit the fumes [HOOK] [Verse 3 - Boots] I was composed, I didn't even crack a frown I was supposed to let my pants fall down And show my ass when I found Out the baby was four months early and around ten pounds I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers From those who don't really give a fuck about life They say "it ain't so much that they startin' out younger" "It's just they supposed to be more like a wife" Meaning you ain't shit without a man to guide you If your mama tried to feed you that she lied too Fate can grab any motherfucker that ride through If jobs are applied to knots can get tied too Plus I know that you must have been scared It made it easy when the feelings were shared Flashbacks are 20/20 I know you wasn't for the dollars cause you knew I had funny money Yelling all loud like I'mma tear the whole hood up You said leave cause the real daddy stood up He said I was a mark for believing in you Now it's more that I'm seeing is true There's a few things I'd like to say in this letter Like I wish I would've seen him grow And ask my wife, I learned to fuck much better And thank you for letting me go Yeah, thank you for letting me go For real, thank you for letting me go [HOOK]