Artist: Isaiah Rashad Album: The Sun's Tirade Song: Brenda Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro] Mm, mm, yeah, uh-huh Um, um, yeah, um, this the one [Chorus: Isaiah Rashad] I got two cigarettes to my last name I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go... Yeah, yeah I got two cigarettes to my last name I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go... She said you... you can't save em all She said you (you, you) you can't save em all, you She said you (you, you, you) you can't save em all, you [Isaiah Rashad] Yeah, look, I mix a gallon of the gallon in a gallon of that And down that in your Nissan, for the memory For the energy, for the Tennessee Fam called work, off work just to visit me I bought an ounce just to fuck with you He don't take no hand outs, he don't take no hand outs Remember what my poppa told me Remember what my poppa told me Trust inward, trust in ya, my n-word My friend of, last of the divine livin' So timid, all on us, dog on us They would laugh at the small moments, then call on us Like who had you on your bad day? Who dropped you at that bitch house? Like back when we was little, I was just an instrumental Now I'm Malcolm in a million We talked about a billion, we talked about our feelings We kept it more than realest And look at how the path came, took it for the rap fam Would ya give ya all to the world, the work, work and left hurt? Shit and what's worse She too tired to talk, lately your thumbs hurt We miss love and sex bridgin' your son's birth Twenty-one hurts in court by twenty-four, boy [Interlude: Isaiah Rashad] (Dilla) You can't save 'em all She said you (you, you, you) you can't save 'em all, ohh She said you (you-you) you can't save 'em all, um [Isaiah Rashad] Yeah, look, I write pissed test livin' Fuck that shit, fuck-fuck call centers Fuck is this really growin' up, my nigga? Tax on your motherfuckin' nuts, my nigga $10.25, what the fuck can a nigga do with $10.25? Plus your weed habit plus my weed habit and your weed habit For free givin' we livin' with a weed daddy Two kids, mix that Boosie with that boom-bap You rap like you need money like you don't love this My shit chewed up your jury before you judged this Pull up, lick on my dick like ain't it gorgeous For those that can't afford this It be like I got, I got I got my own world, I got my own, mind Day dreamin' for a lunch break for my son's sake On the run for the fun's, sake [Outro: Isaiah Rashad] I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go Yeah, hey, it ain't that hard I got two cigarettes to my last name I clock in for the check but I don't wanna go Yeah (it ain't that hard) She said yooou, you can't save em all (you, ooh-ooh) She said