BP The Producer - Wasatch Front lyrics

[Hook] Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead What I gotta do to make sho the family fed Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed Tryna pa** cla** split the needle with a thread Far away from home and feeling so alone A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan [Verse 1] Got to college me and mama had to setup the dorm Shortly after got the first tat on my my upper arm Hit the volley ball game yea that welcome was warm She crying driving off time to weather the storm First day I stumbled in teacher hand us the syllabus I'm Dame from east Oakland I don't know if I'm feeling this The notice the temperament right away Wonderin if I should stay In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay They ask me Dame how ya cla**es, I saw a few distractions But nothin serious enough to make me late for practice I'll be there coach, I'm jumping on the shuttle He said if you on time that mean you late you better hustle Grab my bags, got that town swag IPod slappin, listenin to "Black Mags" That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown Wet behind the ears tryna show he got some stones [Hook] Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead What I gotta do to make sho the family fed Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed Tryna pa** cla** split the needle with a thread Far away from home and feeling so alone A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan [Verse 2] I been on campus for some time, but I ain't working enough I claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to call my bluff I ain't have curfew I'm seeing what that work do Up through the campus I could tell you every perfume Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve Harvey Tryna MC and be fly call me Marty Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a army A lot of love for hoopers, a couple sports was salty I'm sorry, eventually I got up on my job Game winning treys and I started catching lobs Won a MVP everybody givin props Broken 5th metatarsal headed to the docs Can't believe it, in my feelings Head up in my palms Moms livin with my auntie set off an alarm Stayed at school for summer cuz the city doin harm Bout to make the most of the given deck of cards [Hook] Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead What I gotta do to make sho the family fed Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed Tryna pa** cla** split the needle with a thread Far away from home and feeling so alone A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan [Verse 3] Fall 2011, I'm high minded, noble Did the work it's time for me to do what I'm suppose to Huey told me dominate and let them coaches coach you Started gettin media, none of it was social Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties How he get to Weber State, my performance baffling All the girlies after me, I got reporters chattering Started hearing whispers, they thinking bout draftin me I'm to the lab, let's work that dribble jab If I get this down I'm gettin 20 at half They try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff I was in my bag, I'ma get the last laugh Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick Busted out in tears you know how them moments get He said this year ya last, gotta put you in the Draft Blazers took me number 6, that's a mission pa**ed [Hook] Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead What I gotta do to make sho the family fed Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed Tryna pa** cla** split the needle with a thread Far away from home and feeling so alone A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan