lil kyo XR - november blues (i sound like drake lmaoo)

Yea
Uh, shout out p
I'm on my p shit right now
Let the drinks come in
Yea
I'm tired of making interludes and attending interviews
Out books by nogenre had me overextending myself for like ten of you
But not one of me, I'm never free, existential crisis til like ten to two
Still in my crib, staring at blank walls damaging my spiritual
Yea, holiday, holiday
Holiday, holiday yea
Holiday, holiday
Holiday, holiday
Holiday, holiday yea
Aye, naw, niggas ain't even talking about that
We was on live going crazy yea
2010, mama hit the line like where the fuck you at
Can't even google maps
I ignore her text messages cuz Honestly I'm better where the fuck I'm at
Until I'm really not
Talia tap my shoulder, and ask me if I'm down to stay the night
She got an extra cot
And I kinda like Talia so sure is the response
Skateboard in the hallway, we on second floor palace rooms
Room with mama dukes, but new schedule, she's out to two
Working late nights to feed Tali and her recent boo
Just happy to get out of the house without a scent of rules
Netflix on the screen, she ask me what we getting to?
She say she can't hide it, boy, man I'm into you
Over the deafening of silence, I calmly whisper cool
Exchange looks of shyness, you know I'm feeling you
Childish Gambino on blast though up in her living room
While we move to the moon's November blues
You're all on me 'til all is lost
Yea
Talk is cheap, so pay with card
Aye
Your love is free but fell in hard
Don't save me, man, I'm better inside
(Hold on, hold on, wait bring that shit back)
Yea
Holiday, holiday
In backrooms with Jahnay and Bakari while feeling blue
Just relocated to 'toga with dickish dudes who refer to me in practice, man as a nigger, coon
Don't get me started on that fucking school
(Yea yea)
Most of the black kids weren't aware they weren't black
Misidentifying themselves as one of the mass
I'm not even mad, just disappointed and sad
Rent sky rocket cuz mama new wife didn't like the plight of being around and associating with blacks
Mama light skin so obviously mama pass
Dealing with being called nigga in hallways, I have to ask
Yea
I just wanna be in the old town
Where I found myself in friends and all these soul sounds
Tell me what I gotta do
To find myself again just to escape November Blues
You're all on me 'til all is lost
Yea
Talk is cheap, so pay with card
Aye
Your love is free but fell in hard
Don't save me, man, I'm better inside
(No no no no no)
Yea holiday, holiday
Holiday, holiday yea
Holiday, holiday
Holiday, holiday
Holiday, holiday yea

Written by:
Tavares Scott

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