Toosii - Todd’s Story lyrics
Toosii [Nau'Jour Lazier Grainger] Syracuse, NY/Raleigh, North Carolina, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Toosii - Todd’s Story lyrics]
Man I'm tired of these empty pockets
Lord knows this was written to a friend
Why the fuck is you still with that Nigga
He ain't doing you justice
I know we struggling but
Momma say "That ain't up for discussion
Now shut yo mouth and be quite
Ion need you out here hustling
Selling shit for me Todd
Matter a fact go get a job or something"
Empty pockets
Man I'm tired of these empty pockets
But momma don't want me dead
Or she don't want me locked in
So she using the man she with cause she on't
Got no option Picking and
Picking momma digging
All this out his pockets so I
Pray for some better days
Close my eyes and see heavy rain tired of
Momma lying telling me that
That man gone change i don't believe it
If he try you Mama his family grieving
Shit momma I've even been in my room
Bob-in and weaving fightin there
Ma I'm scared i wish that my pops was there
Got wounds up on my back
From when my poppa used to beat me there
But he anit mean it
Why you leave him momma he didn't mean it
Please bring poppa back
What the fuck am I'm not speaking English
Why is this my life? Oh why is this my
Life
Dad I miss you man
How come you on't never reach out to me
Poppa not here and
Mommy said that you everything not to be
I'm only 12 have yet to learn
Being lied to and honesty
How come I like moms costumers
Thankful for cosmetology i wet the bed
But this wasn't wet the bed
I've done before
Puberty's kicking in and I'm
Starting to become something more
But tell me why you know longer showing up
What did I do wrong? I feel alone
Pick up the phone
Hey dad when you coming home
How come before you left
You had luggages packed with all yous clothes
How come momma said that you
Only needed some time alone and
When I ask with how much
She reply with "Ion know" answer me
Papa answer me
How come when I sleep I have fantasies
Bout women getting high off canabis and
Ion't give a damn bout weed i'm 17
Life's getting brighter
As I'm getting older have broader shoulders
My pistol is cocked without a holder
Locked and loaded life's a token
And I've been playing games
I'm busting my ass knowing damn well
That I deserve the fame who's to blame
I'm just thankful that you
On't fuck with me
Cause everything I've been through is
Who I've come to be
Like why is this my life why is this my
Life oh why is this my life
Yeah why is this my life
Thank you thank you
See at times I feel alone broken hearted
My broken home and broken heart
Has only made me that much more intelligent
Knowledge is power
And when it comes to that sort
It seems that society is inadequate
Those who seem to forever be devastated
Are uneducated on
The difference between taking a break and
Forever being segregated
See segregation, neglection, unexcepted
Not fucking with you or simply
Not being messed with
All fall in the same category and
Lord knows this was written to a friend
Why the fuck is you still with that Nigga
He ain't doing you justice
I know we struggling but
Momma say "That ain't up for discussion
Now shut yo mouth and be quite
Ion need you out here hustling
Selling shit for me Todd
Matter a fact go get a job or something"
Empty pockets
Man I'm tired of these empty pockets
But momma don't want me dead
Or she don't want me locked in
So she using the man she with cause she on't
Got no option Picking and
Picking momma digging
All this out his pockets so I
Pray for some better days
Close my eyes and see heavy rain tired of
Momma lying telling me that
That man gone change i don't believe it
If he try you Mama his family grieving
Shit momma I've even been in my room
Bob-in and weaving fightin there
Ma I'm scared i wish that my pops was there
Got wounds up on my back
From when my poppa used to beat me there
But he anit mean it
Why you leave him momma he didn't mean it
Please bring poppa back
What the fuck am I'm not speaking English
Why is this my life? Oh why is this my
Life
Dad I miss you man
How come you on't never reach out to me
Poppa not here and
Mommy said that you everything not to be
I'm only 12 have yet to learn
Being lied to and honesty
How come I like moms costumers
Thankful for cosmetology i wet the bed
But this wasn't wet the bed
I've done before
Puberty's kicking in and I'm
Starting to become something more
But tell me why you know longer showing up
What did I do wrong? I feel alone
Pick up the phone
Hey dad when you coming home
How come before you left
You had luggages packed with all yous clothes
How come momma said that you
Only needed some time alone and
When I ask with how much
She reply with "Ion know" answer me
Papa answer me
How come when I sleep I have fantasies
Bout women getting high off canabis and
Ion't give a damn bout weed i'm 17
Life's getting brighter
As I'm getting older have broader shoulders
My pistol is cocked without a holder
Locked and loaded life's a token
And I've been playing games
I'm busting my ass knowing damn well
That I deserve the fame who's to blame
I'm just thankful that you
On't fuck with me
Cause everything I've been through is
Who I've come to be
Like why is this my life why is this my
Life oh why is this my life
Yeah why is this my life
Thank you thank you
See at times I feel alone broken hearted
My broken home and broken heart
Has only made me that much more intelligent
Knowledge is power
And when it comes to that sort
It seems that society is inadequate
Those who seem to forever be devastated
Are uneducated on
The difference between taking a break and
Forever being segregated
See segregation, neglection, unexcepted
Not fucking with you or simply
Not being messed with
All fall in the same category and