Turf - Aminé

Walking on the pavement I check my pride and my teeth on

The girl I grew up with lives a couple houses down

The 8 Bus run the same, dogs howl when the train

Comes like me ex girl and next girl

Used to rock the S curl

Wanted me a Nextel but my momma copped a Razr

That’s why I couldn’t blame her

Flipping through my past like I used to flip the phone

They kicking out the blacks and all the houses getting clones

Friends used to do pills and only eat at Deuce Grill

The food was pretty good but the times was better

These are the only days I missed

Like the first shawty I kissed

I used to have dreams now I dream

I look around and I see nothing in my neighbourhood

Not satisfied don’t think I ever wanna stay for good

Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I gotta go, go

And once I do they’ll finally see the enemy

Everybody wanna be a star, everybody want a nice car

Everybody wanna live great, have a good damn time, never trip with the law

The popo up in PO, dirtier than VO

Police from the past act like I’m they fucking hero

Living in LA for the weather, I facetime mom when I miss her

I got some homies that’ll never leave my home

When I pull up to the corner, it smell like Miley Cyrus

I told em' I don’t smoke, they say «boy, you fucking wildin'»

Innocent and young, reckless and we dumb

Our heart is like our earth and memories the sun

I look around and I see nothing in my neighbourhood

Not satisfied don’t think I ever wanna stay for good

Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I gotta go, go

And once I do they’ll finally see the enemy

Mentality the same from my folks

Momma wanna see me happy, she don’t wanna see me broke

I said «bread wine, sauvignon, rastafari, babylon»

You can never die if I live it like a prize (hey!)

Who knows who I am, who knows who I are

Most people pretty sketch like a night at Echo Park

That’s why I just keep it cool but my time is in a leisure

Everytime I’m home I catch emotion like a seizure

I cut the first night, we fuck around, I put my finger in her bootyhole cause

you know you gotta test the water with hoes.

A-a-and then.

*laughing*

I slip and slide through the times in my youth

What’s the age?

Too young to worry, too old to dream

What’s the age?

Imagination to me, tragedy to some

What’s the age?

I guess we’ll find out when we’re older.

Touché

I look around and I see nothing in my neighbourhood

Not satisfied don’t think I ever wanna stay for good

Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I gotta go, go

And once I do they’ll finally see the enemy

Oh

Ooh, oh, ooh, oh yeah

Ooh, ooh, oh yeah, ooh

Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah

Oo yeah-eah-eah-eah

Ohhhh hmm

Ohhhh hmm

Hmm

Hmm

Turf