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boooka - tree كلمات الأغنية

(verse one)

uh
fruits of my labor
kahoots wit my neighbors
every time my b_tch made a scene
she’d go outside cuz i hate it
think it stem from a holiday i was maybe
12, watching momma and daddy storm out wit they voices raising
divorce would of probably worked in they favor
but them older generations did not believe in no break ups
thats probably why i stuck wit a b_tch i was dating
accommodating her flagerent fouls talking down her behaviors
poppa addicted to the hiatus
so i’m positive i’ll die alone living inside my ’80s
its funny
story i was 20 and visiting vegas
fff so many shots i remember i said i was nеver dranking
cuz the outcome was dangеrous
and my sister became a victim of baring every pain that my family had ever came with
still suprised i ain’t carry over it’s anger
but i questioned my emotions so much i felt like a stranger
(hook)

the apple dont fall too far from the tree
somebody tell johnny to pick up the seeds
‘notha family member we putting to bed
right before he went to heaven he slipped on a branch
right before he went to heaven he slipped on a branch
really, we was stumped wasn’t given a chance
somebody tell johnny to pick up the seeds
the apple dont fall too far from the tree

(verse two)

fruits of my labor
roots of me native
did i come from africa
was here for they stole the nation
and gave us misinformation
erased us from pages and burned the sp_ces
until i see changes i believe that every caucasion racist
my aunty in anguish
reading the news about her son case and
like most them days to predict whats happened man i’d never say this
but then again violence do arise in the conversations
the men be the anchors suffer daily women enablers
uncle on waivers, his routine was a beer and some cable
i’m sure what he watch is what he adopt if his mental able
i think thats why my family feud because he loved his game shows
we try to rebuild the relation still but won’t let the pain go
i call my people once a week i kno the sh_t is weak
they wanna kno wuts on my mind but i dont find the time to speak
but i make sure i hug my nephew and i hug my niece
realizing that none of my uncles keep in touch wit me
(hook)

- boooka

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