PackFM - The Pick Me Up Song lyrics

[Intro] I love rapping I love doing the shows, late night studio sessions But Getting home after them sh**s is a motherf**er You ever tried to catch a cab in New York City? [Verse] It's 2 AM and the rain's coming down, and I'm beat – I just wanna go home I just missed the last bus, the train ain't running now – so here we go down this lonely road That I've been down before, but here's how it goes usually I see an empty cab, he sees me, he's off duty Drives right past me, stop at the light Just to turn his medallion on and pick up the white couple Let's not be hasty and say he's racist It's late – and with my hoodie on, he can't see faces His safety comes first and although it's raining I'll just uncover my head, and brace for the same sh** Now here comes another, I stick out my arm Oh sh**! He's slowing down, I put on the charm He rolls the window down, I smiled – he's alarmed He rolls with window up – and just like that – he's gone Now it's 2:15, and the rain's coming down, I'm exhausted – I wanna go home You see everything's closed and there's no one around, here I go on this lonely road Does anybody wanna help me get where I live It's a five-minute ride and I'm right over the bridge You stop at the corner, I'll hop in when you ain't looking And I don't wanna hear “NO, I DON'T GO TO BROOKLYN” But I should've known better, cause that's just what he said And as black as I am – that's when I turn red I ain't say a word, he just froze up with fear Well, if you ain't gonna drive, then we're gonna sit here Cause I'm not getting out, you can call the police He shut the ignition off and took out his keys He turned around and said “YOU PEOPLE GIVE TOO MUCH PROBLEMS” I'm trying to give him money, he thinks I'm trying to rob him You're judging off a skin color and where I live But get offended if they call you a terrorist Well you ain't Bin Laden, and my name ain't Bishop So do your job, start driving and don't expect a tip Cause it's 2:45, and the rain's coming down and I'm beat – I just wanna go home Oh sh**, my phone battery's running out – here I go down this lonely road