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bobby sessions – tales from the south lyrics

[intro]
mm, yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
i remember when i heard the gunshots
in the mornin’, two o’clock, talkin’ to my uncle fox
round the corner, but i never saw the cops
only [?] because they sellin’ rocks
shootin’ dice in the corner friday night
if i win i can buy a cheeto with a sprite
if i lose then crack on [?]
so i better roll a seven, or sobriety forget it
for my loved ones needa buzz quick
ronald reagan not my hero or no man i uplift
you can idolize that [?], and make drug deal
if you wanna get that escalade with the chrome rim
if you wanna be gettin’ paid with the gold grill
just want respect and all that came with thuggin’
father yank me by the collar, “bobby, get your grades up”
bags in my potential, quit with all that dumb sh+t

[chorus]
tales from the south
tales from the south, south
[verse 2]
lunch break at my job, the grocery store
scannin’ social media hurt me for sure
twitter showed me “man k!lled by the police”
south dallas, people wyilin’, they caused a riot
women screamin’, men shoutin’ “stop the violence”
stomach turnin’, returnin’ back on the clock
stockin’ frozen meat, just happy to be alive
got the coldest feet, i got texts from my mom
read “give me a call”, i left
went to the bathroom, stepped in the stall
felt somethin’ was wrong
the lord just took [?] (mm)
how did he die? he got shot
in july, by the cops
2012, lightbulb went off
connect the dots, what the f+ck?
you messin’ with my spirit
findin’ out your cousin died through twitter

[chorus]
tales from the south
tales from the south, south

[verse 3]
yeah
wrote a letter to my uncle in a pen
i ain’t spoke to him in like ten years
i heard you on the phone, talkin’ to my mom
put me on the line, askin’ how i been
i said “man, i been fine, thanks for askin’ me”
i ask him how he been, he said
“fantastic, we happy to see you shine
your mother sent me the article
hear your name on the radio, d+mn
face is on tv now? man, that sh+t is amazin’
know i’m proud of you
your parents proud of you too
god lookin’ down on you
rappin’, that’s what you do
that entertainment biz, heard it’s filled up with snakes
learn they languages, don’t let them take no food off your plate
i might be back before your granny dies
that judge done did me wrong because she gave me life
this sh+t ain’t right, but i’ll salute you
choose how your story end
life in prison, though i was salutatorian”
[chorus]
tales from the south
tales from the south, south

[outro]
yeah, we from the south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
yeah, from the south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
yeah, from the south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
yeah, from the south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
south+south, south+south
yeah

- bobby sessions lyrics

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