Don Cook - Nantucket lyrics

[Verse 1] Once was a man from Oak Hill Had a couple brothers and the parents both there Doors getting slammed and my prayers aren't answered As a little kid thought the man don't care All I wanna hear is my lawn mower on Don't wanna hear when my mom's going off All I did was stare at sh** we didn't have and Shoulda' really cared that my parents showed me love [Hook] Once was a man from Nantucket He hands me a bucket Don't know what the f** was inside I 'member thinking I loved 'Member thinking that substance sh** thick as honey 'Member thinking that substance sh** thick as honey 'Member thinking that substance Once was a man from the Nasty Home of the black-sheep I was the Texas-boy Never had a friend 'till I met this boy who Told me Skechers weren't the best for your boy So I went to the store with my dad and Bought a pair of better Nikes than I had and Wasn't like I imagined Thought I'd pull up all the b**hes in the cla**room Fast forward - back to the bullsh** Back to the story that I rapped about on Woman Back to the stories that I know myself Back to the stories that I know I gotta tell Say Don's on the road with a frozen windshield And a sh**ty heater blowing cold air So I didn't see the truck that was going sixty something And my lungs started s**ing no air Now I'm coughing up blood in my nineteen-ninety-something Corsica and I know there's no help Of all those little stories that I wish I coulda told ya, tell momma that I know there's no heir No heir to the throne f** what you seen maf**a' What, you talking to the bees maf**a? No heir to the throne (Best watch your tone my n***a) (You been stepping to the throne my n***a) No heir to the throne f** what you heard maf**a' What, you walking with a purse maf**a? No heir to the throne (Best watch what you say my n***a) (Shoulda been called him King my n***a) I could pull a John Stamos Bob Saget with the game shows I expect a full house tonight So everybody, how that saying go? [Hook] [Verse 3] Once was a man from Atlanta The Xan and the Fanta city Where them bitties jump at you If that doesn't fascinate you Ima have to go and take your purse And make sure that you're a** don't make it I took some time and it's wasting away "You seem so popular" that's what they say Cause I ain't go burning up all of my bridges Or shoot my own foot, what, I got a posse? Away, please, I need my own space b**hes are k**ing my time Swallow a clock, so deep that it sits in your stomach See that that ticking don't stop T-t-t-timid minajes with all of these women Too thick for the regular jock Fix 'em up all in positions, I call em my figures Action is when we gon' start [Hook]