Artist: ScHoolboy Q f/ Anderson .Paak Album: Blank Face LP Song: TorcH Typed by: Cedmaster3K {*Schoolboy repeatedly says "Blank face" multiple times + Anderson harmonizes for 24 seconds*} [Intro: Anderson .Paak] I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine [ScHoolboy Q] Uhh! This that "Fuck the blogs", the after bell, we hang in halls Underaged, smokin' weed and alcohol Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade I can take you spots where gangsters walk The real damus and locs, "Boyz N the Hood" wasn't even close Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked Now she get you for your change; Captain Save-A-Hoe mane I ain't been right since out the cervix I know a M can make it perfect, it came through more than the one I worship You know I never lied, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold He got the runny nose Summertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes I swear the hood low as the, burner get rolls, I follow the city codes My money short, missin' the days of Honey Oats Dollar bills in momma's coat, cartoons and bubble soap This be the realest shit I wrote This be that ride that hunnid spoke, red and blue from head-to-toe Ooh-yah~! [Interlude: ScHoolboy Q] Who needs a mothafuckin' friiiiend? You see them mothafuckin' riiiims Met the devil in disguiiiise Look through my mothafuckin' eyyyy-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] Look at my yard, look at my block, look at my zip code All of these lies, true to my life, word to my pencil Take what you want, get what you like, open that window Ain't that simple? Ain't it that simple? Dang, look through my mothafuckin' eyes Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind, couple days, I'll be fine [ScHoolboy Q] This shit from 'round the back house, more baggies bagged than at Ralphs In granny's plastic suede couch, best play cat and that mouse A minor pitchin' in major, stay servin' dope but we cater Take you back to my Sega, slammin' bones on that table Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's Forced to grow to a man, before L.A. had them Rams Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood sto' My haters came for the better and money came for the loads Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold Uhh, fucked up the game with many flow I've been a loc since embryo, I'm ten toes, you movie role I do this shit for lifers way before Jheri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke Uhh, got so many bodies the world knows, shit Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath Ohh, but our dreams was big, homie The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me Ooh-yah~! [Interlude] + [Chorus] [Anderson .Paak] Uh, my picture was in full frame But my vision had distort My memory is okay But my feelings on point I could be here all day if you let me go Go, go, go - ohh Lord Heh, you don't know the half of what I had to hold Hold, hold, hold - no Lord Yeah, I see faces at my window My patience growin' short I had no one to lend on That's why that chip is so cold Kinda like the cocaine on my fallen bros Bros, bros bros - oh Lord Guess that's my curtain call, my last go, hah Ahhh ahhh ahhh yeeeah Heh, shut up, okay Hey hah hah hah, hey hah hah ahhhhhhhh Ahhhhhh, ahh yeah, ohh, hah hah Say ain't this shit what you wanted to see? Yeah Ain't this the, ain't, ain't this shit what you wanted to see? Hahhhhh, heh