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91darby - trey lyrics

[verse]
last thing i remember was waking up for school
king darby on the news as i left my room
i told my mother i’m running late, ain’t no time for breakfast
she said “just make sure that report card’s what i expected”
i laughed, she said “i love you trey”
i said i love her back and continued on my way out the door
father’s dog tag around my neck from the war
i kissed the silver
it was my only piece of him, it wasn’t memorabilia
if it wasn’t for his guidance, i would have been a k!ller
i rode the bus to school
the way i was staying to myself, you would think i wasn’t cool
i got to school and saw my friend
he said his brother had a gun and brought it in
said “see that n-gga mugging us, that’s all for him”
i said “you tripping n-gga”
“how’re you gonna take care of your sister from a prison n-gga”
i guess it cl!cked
i said “fight him, you ain’t gotta bring no weapons in”
i said “what you a b-tch?”, he got the message then
i saw the words settle in
yeah, crisis averted
got my report card back, all a’s
that sh-t had me happy like all day
i left school and got a text from shatrice
she said her mother had left for a day at least
say no more, detour, shatrice house
i could feel my virgin heartbeat now
we’re on the couch, she said “what you wanna do”
i proceed to make a move, so i move and she moves
away, she told me she ain’t ready and i told her that it’s cool
i grab my phone to regain some little piece of couth that i lost
i see it’s getting late, i tell her later we can talk
and i leave
i hear commotion as i’m walking home
from afar i see a car explode
see about a hundred people sparking chrome
i’m suddenly feeling all alone
do i hide, do i run
i hope my mans is nowhere near here, i hope he got his gun
f-ck it, hide, i see a storefront, run inside
the fight is getting closer, f-ck it dive
as i land, i feel a pressure on my chest
and see a hole in the wall but my dog tag stopped the bullet
as i’m kissing silver, my stomach’s red
blot it with my report card but good god i’m dead

[outro]
i would like to know how man knows himself outside of reflections

- 91darby lyrics

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