Lyrics

Tape 1, side A
Keep my money stashed, I call that shit the bread box, oh
(Oh-oh-oh)
I can't say too much on camera 'cause the feds watch
I wish a mo'fucker would, you better not
Disrespect my hood, you askin' for a headshot
Mama love me but she had me out of wedlock
Drop that dope and watch it lock up like a dreadlock
Red October, so my feet are dripped in deadstock
For them hunchos, turned the condo to a sweatshop
Only good cop I believe in is a dead cop
I wasn't raised by my real pops, I love my step-pops
Couldn't afford no new school clothes, used to feel left out
Granny helped us pay them bills, my mom was stressed out
Everybody know my mind
Guess that's what I get for thinkin' out loud, yeah
Everybody know my mind
Just wanna make my mama proud (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Add up all these blessings, make 'em count (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I was trappin' out my auntie house (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
I was livin' on my partner couch (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
They say the kind like me don't make it out
Mama said my mouth gon' get me in trouble, it did
Homeless shelter, it's just me in a room full of kids
Certain shit you can't forget, gotta learn to forgive
Gotta look below the surface, it's deeper, you dig
Everybody know my mind
Guess that's what I get for thinkin' out loud
Everybody know my mind
Just wanna make my mama proud
Hey Bryan, it's your mother
I am so sorry, um
Last told you by now
Arya's just called, told me I hadn't, I hadn't called you
I was gonna take shit
Oh, but she told me you had a stroke, couldn't talk
You were sick
So I told her I was gonna text you, oh
Yesterday, but I'm feelin' a little down myself
I don't think I have a stroke
God, there's somethin' goin' on
Oh, but she told me about
About seven, first
So, I just wanna let you know I'm here for ya
For now
I'm prayin' for ya
Like I always do, mm-hmm
Ah, call me when you get the chance
I'll have to take shit
I know you, you're not feelin' good
I wanna hear from ya
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna reach out
You know, to talk to ya a little bit
I love you, hun
Let me know if I can do anything for ya
And I'll, and I'll try to reach out later to ya
Love you Bryan, bye
Written by: Bryan Jones
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