[Bridge]
Had a dollar and dream
Inside my pocket
Took a step to the left and start walkin
Talkin' like
"How am I gon' get home tonight?
I left my bus card, on the night stand
By the kitchen."
[Hook]
Samaritan, samaritan help me please
Samaritan, Samaritan be good to me
Samaritan, Samaritan be good to me
[Verse 1: Noname Gypsy]
I met a wise man
On the corner of an island, in Thailand
A good man, he helped me with my finance
He told me my life span
Would span a lifetime of phone calls and staplers and people to piss off
But I reminded him I barely could read
I graduated high school
Happy I even got C's
Cause the D's and F's was lookin' hella grimey
Baby sister smilin' at me
Just happy to come behind me
Don't ask me what I look like in the darkness
Sit still for too long, your own bones become cathartic
Got me feelin' like I'm tall, dumb, and ugly
Make a home on the stage
Where all of the people love me
"She's so lovely, rappin' about her broken
Wearin her false lashes and hopin she gettin chosen
You a female rapper. Don't rap about that sh**
You 'supose to be a bad b**h
Or at least a little confident."
(Bridge + hook)
[Verse 2]
Welcome to verse two
This where it gets sticky
The dollar I once had, had dream of a buck fifty
Even the money'll leave you for the money
Had the nerve to look at me and tell me, I was hella bummy
[Verse 3: Mick Jenkins]
Hella funny comin' from a n***a with a homeless soul
See commercials how they out here sellin' broken dreams
Mild situations of escape, check the Oprah show
Couldn't fly out the hood with a boneless wing
Back porch planning my campaign
Twistin' some sh** and sippin' some sh** that bubble like champagne
Noses in the air for that dank, sh**
Pinkies in the air for that Hilary Swa*k sh**
Million dollars a deal, make em' tell em escape
That fact that he so chill about it, compel em' to hate
The women that I court like appelates compel him to think that
I only do it, bad, like Blanket's dad
That's Michael Jackson, you sleepin, but how you sleep on that?
When I'm takin' n***as higher, like it's tree on deck
And it's tree on deck. Canada Dry on the rocks, watch
The poetry started in coffee shops, I'm used to the grind
I could wait for the cream, it's no sugar in that
Not even strings attached, Gepetto could pull him an act
Competitors ruling out, I compel them to pull the facts
My resumé been faxed
Ain't thinkin gold until I'm Goldman Sachs
Until a n***a records gettin' mad spins in your Cul-de-sac
Don't distract, though the key to this is preservation
I pray your prayers reaches elevation
Just see them snares as a symbol for the simple and it's sinful
Have a gla** of ginger ale, It's a celebration
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