Schoolboy Q - Tales lyrics
Schoolboy Q [Quincy Matthew Hanley] Wiesbaden, West Germany/South Central LA, CA, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[Schoolboy Q - Tales lyrics]
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha ha, uh
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha ha, uh, uh
Tell you all about it
From mopeds to dope heads
Tell you all about it
Pops livin' and still dead
Tell you all about it, rag blue
But bleed red
Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
Tell you all about it, ha, ha
Ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ha
Who that N-word in that candy glow? (Glow)
Who that kid with no drive but at the park?
(Park) you niggas tag it on walls
We spray the cars, uh
(Uh) nigga, you that dude behind
Tape, surrounded art, uh
(Uh) drop the jet, I found my arch, uh (Uh)
Before Instagram, we gram first the month
(yeah) before the gates on our block
We in the front (Uh, yeah)
Before I called you my friend
We shot the ones (Uh)
Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds
Uh (yeah)
Low (Nigga)
I could’ve went D1 but like, I wasn't with it
My SATs and grades was high enough
But I wasn't with it
I couldn’t bring my dawgs with me
So I wasn't with it
With the biscuit off the counter
Me and Floyd get to dumping
Not a drop of blood in us
But can't say we ain't cousins
Was on the thizz all week
I think I'm finally recovering
I'll tell you 'bout it, uh
Woo (Yo) i'll tell you
My feelings, my demons
I’m living, I’m dreaming
I'll tell you ’bout it
I've found it, I've tried it
I felt it, my fire
How many tears am I gon' shed ’fore I go? Uh
The pigs been on us, my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes a drive by needed
My baby mama paid the bills
I ain't have shit on the smoke
The homies tell me I'm a burden
But never threw me a rope
They left me hanging on the corner
My whole life is my stash
One more strike, I'm with the lifers
Split the fifty in half
I watch a nigga lose his life
Right in front of his kids
We keep the cycle back and forth
The demons smother our gifts
They put percentages in front of us
Wouldn't give us a chance
The only way that we'll see 30
'less we live in the can
Probably miss my mom funeral
My daughter a ho
Because the man of the house
Ain't the man no more
And the bitch I call my girl
She done found my dope
I sent her in a deep depression
'til her pulse went ghost
And I just sit and watch from
Hell as the pyro grow
So long stuck behind the fire
Tryna clown my flow i'll tell you 'bout it
(Woo)
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha ha, ha ha, uh, uh
Tell you all about it
From mopeds to dope heads
Tell you all about it
Pops livin' and still dead
Tell you all about it, rag blue
But bleed red
Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
Tell you all about it, ha, ha
Ha, ha ha, ha, ha, ha
Who that N-word in that candy glow? (Glow)
Who that kid with no drive but at the park?
(Park) you niggas tag it on walls
We spray the cars, uh
(Uh) nigga, you that dude behind
Tape, surrounded art, uh
(Uh) drop the jet, I found my arch, uh (Uh)
Before Instagram, we gram first the month
(yeah) before the gates on our block
We in the front (Uh, yeah)
Before I called you my friend
We shot the ones (Uh)
Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds
Uh (yeah)
Low (Nigga)
I could’ve went D1 but like, I wasn't with it
My SATs and grades was high enough
But I wasn't with it
I couldn’t bring my dawgs with me
So I wasn't with it
With the biscuit off the counter
Me and Floyd get to dumping
Not a drop of blood in us
But can't say we ain't cousins
Was on the thizz all week
I think I'm finally recovering
I'll tell you 'bout it, uh
Woo (Yo) i'll tell you
My feelings, my demons
I’m living, I’m dreaming
I'll tell you ’bout it
I've found it, I've tried it
I felt it, my fire
How many tears am I gon' shed ’fore I go? Uh
The pigs been on us, my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes a drive by needed
My baby mama paid the bills
I ain't have shit on the smoke
The homies tell me I'm a burden
But never threw me a rope
They left me hanging on the corner
My whole life is my stash
One more strike, I'm with the lifers
Split the fifty in half
I watch a nigga lose his life
Right in front of his kids
We keep the cycle back and forth
The demons smother our gifts
They put percentages in front of us
Wouldn't give us a chance
The only way that we'll see 30
'less we live in the can
Probably miss my mom funeral
My daughter a ho
Because the man of the house
Ain't the man no more
And the bitch I call my girl
She done found my dope
I sent her in a deep depression
'til her pulse went ghost
And I just sit and watch from
Hell as the pyro grow
So long stuck behind the fire
Tryna clown my flow i'll tell you 'bout it
(Woo)