OakeleyDoakeley - C045T T0 C045T lyrics

My past, presently, looks like a movie After the 70s. Still feeling groovy I'm from no where. How can I move me? Spawned in Brooklyn, sekkle in Jamaica Wake up to cooking; jerk to curry flavor Went MIA. Got fresh in Philly And to this day still get the willies Winter too chilly, fly out to Cali Now I'ma cool cat, call me O'Malley Kickin it with witches with names like Sally Suzie and Brittany. Girl named Valerie She had me smitten, see. Smiles from frowneys Tryna go hard in miles of Downey Stoned with Ange, drunk at the riverbed Wasted, can't see. Think that my liver's dead Slide down the side, pa**ed out in gla** Go to Colombus High and pa** out in cla** Tutoring for math. Lookin for a la** With a geometric a**. There's the bell curve Rat with wings outta hell when I swerve Skating through the streets. Found something else To do with my feet; Now for the hands On the Longest Beach, still dusting off the sand Play at open mics, singing for the mic stand Never had a band. I was too lazy And just wasn't ready. GG on the drums, ba** up to Eddie Don't ask for forgiveness, I say, “Just forget me.” Try to step correctly: Gotta go to college f**ed up in high school but still got the knowledge L-B-C-C. Blaze nuff bleezies Sparking in the park with that fool Raffi Zahkee Rangers tryna watch me. Sitting in the cut Just in case the cops see Head back to campus where bunnies get hoppy Hip to the max, bro. Who'd try to stop me? Still missing Melyssa and the way her hips stirred So now I'm getting piss drunk with some hipsters Real good chuckles, laughing with McLaughlins Chris and his sister (Annie's a** was happening) Believe me I missed her. As a matter of fact, when She moved out I felt it, after falling out with my mum yet again Practice how to pretend in the room with the news Feel my flesh rend, Talon Marks wings bruised Make a couple new friends while sleeping on the roof Of the library. No one had a clue Situation was hairy. My ‘fro still grew As well as my self. Stubborn black kid; Don't want no help. Tighten my belt Strange, when you're homeless happiness can still be felt Occupied Los Angeles and let my mind melt When the flow hit my toes, started swimming; Mike Phelps Winning, regardless. Blazing 7 gram blunts with Ian in the forest Eating donuts from Buddha. Zen's less gut, more chest Hardly got instincts. It's mostly intuition Plus wizard rage. Skater eyes gimme vision Dreaming of a Christmas: Been good this year, Tovah's on my wishlist Hoping us Hersheys could make a lil kiss-kiss Even when I flipped sh**, head over heels, shuv-its and kickflips Yeah, I was turning. Couldn't stop spinning from the love we kept burning; Undead disco. Then them winds blew me into Frisco Had to stay true to my Writers Block mindset So I pulled through; M16-kindness Bust mad shots for my homeboy Clayton Dropped smooth sheet (sh**) straight made from Satan (satin) Bicycle Day; free acid for taking Hit the Art Institute, found out it was fake and Full of a**holes thinking sh** smell like bacon Couple stomachaches and feeling like I'm finna die 21 years; plenty fun wasting time Gramps hits me up, says come back to NY Coast to coast, I would boast If I knew when or why How, who or what The f**