S. Thompson - Nights in the South/Memoir: Entry VI lyrics

Night One: Having good times can be so hard If you don't know Now you do I don't really know why I came here but I'm thinking its for you What you doing to me What you doing to me When the time comes up And I've run my luck No fuss but Are you rolling with me Can somebody throw me the mic No questions asked I'll k** any rapper on sight Forreal Music is money Money is power And imma use hip hop till I get the tip top of the tip tip top of the f**ing tower [Aaliyah Sample] Remember when I did that sh** But that ain't what this joint about f** it Go ahead and play it out (And I hope you don't forget it girl) (I wanna give you my world) Night Two: f** that I'm moving on Not even worried when my crew getting on If you gotta ask it, will I grab it Let him have it, maf**a Try proving me wrong Try it mafcka I been here all day man Grinding maf**a Everybody want a diss Everybody want a hit Tough sh** Why a n***a lying, maf**a Forreal I do not try to make things come off this way Today it just did Forreal I do not know who buzzing all of the sh** from the kid Maybe I'm a big deal Maybe this is all in my head He say, she say I'm one of the best Maybe I can prove it Throw my Nikes on and do it Nothing to it I just wanna lose my mind to the music I'm always improving Throwing new flows in the groove And I just knew it Man, I would be contributing to movements Forreal Can't let the moment pa** me All these dark thoughts grabbing They reaching for me Teasing, they used to have me And now I'm in a new mood Cause I used up happy And I apologize if that was crappy I'm feeling crafty tonight I can do whatever I deem as possible and I'm the type It'll happen tonight If my craft is just right On my goldilocks I'm bearing three stages in this sh** Coming home to rock Bottom, hit the lotto with the bottle of pills hoping it would k** But I feel the pain still Is it real And if so what's the f**ing big deal This is memoir Though I didn't start it out that way Yeah, it's true... I left my home of Cincinnati, Ohio Now I'm here, just outside of Tampa, Florida My son, Drake, was born on my 20th birthday How amazing is that? I'm still 20 as I write this, but when you hear it I'll be 21 Hence the album title I believe I've stayed true to who I would be musically throughout this entire ride If you haven't heard by now FOUND, Memoirs and this act as a trilogy Multiple chapters of my life all rolled into one FOUND was and still is dedicated to my Great Grandmother If you've listened enough, I'm sure you know of the promise I made to her when she pa**ed Yeah, I'm still keeping it No worries there Memoirs of a Cincinnati Maniac I never really dedicated to anyone But I did take a more experimental approach that I was able to convey here on XXI And of course, XXI is dedicated to no one other than my son I hope to give you the best