Noname - Samaritan lyrics

[Bridge] Had a dollar and dream Inside my pocket Took a step to the left and start walkin Talkin' like "How am I gon' get home tonight? I left my bus card, on the night stand By the kitchen." [Hook] Samaritan, samaritan help me please Samaritan, Samaritan be good to me Samaritan, Samaritan be good to me [Verse 1: Noname Gypsy] I met a wise man On the corner of an island, in Thailand A good man, he helped me with my finance He told me my life span Would span a lifetime of phone calls and staplers and people to piss off But I reminded him I barely could read I graduated high school Happy I even got C's Cause the D's and F's was lookin' hella grimey Baby sister smilin' at me Just happy to come behind me Don't ask me what I look like in the darkness Sit still for too long, your own bones become cathartic Got me feelin' like I'm tall, dumb, and ugly Make a home on the stage Where all of the people love me "She's so lovely, rappin' about her broken Wearin her false lashes and hopin she gettin chosen You a female rapper. Don't rap about that sh** You 'supose to be a bad b**h Or at least a little confident." (Bridge + hook) [Verse 2] Welcome to verse two This where it gets sticky The dollar I once had, had dream of a buck fifty Even the money'll leave you for the money Had the nerve to look at me and tell me, I was hella bummy [Verse 3: Mick Jenkins] Hella funny comin' from a n***a with a homeless soul See commercials how they out here sellin' broken dreams Mild situations of escape, check the Oprah show Couldn't fly out the hood with a boneless wing Back porch planning my campaign Twistin' some sh** and sippin' some sh** that bubble like champagne Noses in the air for that dank, sh** Pinkies in the air for that Hilary Swa*k sh** Million dollars a deal, make em' tell em escape That fact that he so chill about it, compel em' to hate The women that I court like appelates compel him to think that I only do it, bad, like Blanket's dad That's Michael Jackson, you sleepin, but how you sleep on that? When I'm takin' n***as higher, like it's tree on deck And it's tree on deck. Canada Dry on the rocks, watch The poetry started in coffee shops, I'm used to the grind I could wait for the cream, it's no sugar in that Not even strings attached, Gepetto could pull him an act Competitors ruling out, I compel them to pull the facts My resumé been faxed Ain't thinkin gold until I'm Goldman Sachs Until a n***a records gettin' mad spins in your Cul-de-sac Don't distract, though the key to this is preservation I pray your prayers reaches elevation Just see them snares as a symbol for the simple and it's sinful Have a gla** of ginger ale, It's a celebration Word