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itsthechef - pray lyrics

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(intro)

keep pulling out, new york doesn’t love you
keep pulling out, new york doesn’t love you
keep pulling out

(verse 1)

i ain’t from here
born american and i ain’t from here
first time living stateside, what’s on my mind?
“where the f-cking ramen at?”
shed a tear in a bowl of pho
fort campbell, yongsan, zama-shi, where i’m really from?
first time with our daddy, where he going to, late night
me and kuya in the living room, outta sight

mama out in kandahar, outta mind
university tuition, mad dollar sign
uncle sam fed her children
my stepfather is tax dollar, made a k!lling
army brat sh-t, through manhattan just to
wet my d-ck with ex-chick
pro life tip: never switch around your valentine’s
close the first book, ‘fore you start another one, malachi

(chorus)

topher, i’m ill
topher, i’m famous
oh, nah son, chill
dead -ss, you nameless
you od wildin’
my son’s got jokes
you don’t play ball
motherf-cker you smoke

(verse 2)

riding my fixie through flushing with marlboro lights
hittin’ you up and you’re busy recording a fight
who got the plug?
who got the light?
who knows how to flip?
don’t roll it too tight

you come to my crib, you take off your shoes
you bringing your friends, they leaving with you
out with some girls and they peeing in twos

how many heads? who’s coming through?
how many pizzas i’m cooking and how many hours i’m staying up
how many papers i’m blowing off? incoming call and it’s mama
i’m throwing up. “school’s fine, ma.”

how many credits until graduation? and what is your major?
and what kind of field are you looking at?
accounting is good, have i told you that?

why don’t you show me your grades?
why are you raising your voice?
do you not know who i am?
i am your mother. you grew in my belly
now show me your final exams

riding my fixie through flushing meadows
high off my -ss, singing marvin’s room
riding my fixie from sharon’s house
crying my eyes out
riding my fixie through flushing meadows
high off my -ss, singing marvin’s room
riding my fixie from sharon’s house
crying my eyes out

(interlude)

(verse 3)

raising my voice even when i am asking for help
feeling myself, in the corner of a gl-sshouse
responsible for this sad mouse
perceived as modest in a cl-ssroom setting, she
came over and came, now i’m washing my beddings
i see her next week and i’m thinking ’bout weddings

now she’s setting volleyb-lls and bumping uglies with a corny motherf-cker on a park slide
new dude out in new hyde
tide, couldn’t wash off
cooter stains on my jeans near the zipper of my brown c-ck
she wouldn’t even take her top off
now she knows how to deepthroat?
now i’m stuck watching hentai?
and tedtalks keynotes

(reprisal)

motherf-cker, you fake
motherf-cker, you’ve changed
motherf-cker, you p-ssy
like your last name, ha!

go eat a d-ck, i’ve made all my friends
by actually giving a f-ck
no disrespect, to you or this beautiful city but
don’t be a cuck

don’t build your life on pillars of sand
always forcing your hand. don’t it get old?
don’t think you’re doing the city a favor by paying a toll

remembering high school
smell of sour diesel and halal food
still dreaming ’bout j-pan
last time family was under one roof
i used to hate my dad, now i don’t

don’t go a day without missing him
how could i be so d-mn ignorant
chill with regret, you were barely ten
just why do i feel like i’m one percent

topher, my son, you were born with this privilege, now deal with it
now, won’t you quit smoking that cigarette?
you wanna be a granddad, so bad
but you’ve gotta be a good son first

learn from christina and greg
keep having fun, while you’re still ahead
everything else will come together like a jigsaw

riddle me this: which one is first, the son or the grandpa?
keep pulling out, new york doesn’t love you
keep pulling out, new york doesn’t love you
keep pulling out

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