Lyrics KOTA The Friend – Sand Castles
Text:
My mama called: «Boy come inside»
Food on my plate, love in my eyes
I seen bad days, now I don’t mind
It’s gon’ be good, we’ll be alright
Momma we could be rich like fourth floor
Brownstone town home
Debt free stress free
A nigga got a wish right
Boat ride, cold slime, never mind the broke times
Imma fly first class, you tell me that coach fine
That’s where I get it from, I don’t need a lot
Collard greens, corn bread, I don’t need a lot
And I eat a lot less when I ain’t home
BB hey I’m hungry should be coming when the cape strong
And if Nanny was alive she would have a fit
‘Cause I ain’t eat dinner in a week, nothing in the fridge
And I been working every day, something gotta give
Niggas ain’t giving me that raise, but I gotta live
Racist motherfuckers giving jobs to they fucking friends
Now that think about it it’s starting to make a lot of sense
If I don’t hit the bottle for an hour I be feeling tense
Not an alcoholic I just mean that I remember when
My mama called: «Boy come inside»
Food on my plate, love in my eyes
I seen bad days, now I don’t mind
It’s gon’ be good, we’ll be alright
I wanna be Batman, somebody that everybody count on
Ride through the city in a cape catching bad guys
Taking out my foes and I kick it with my allies
Meditating till I congregate with my past lives
But once they know that you human you be chastised
Heroism over rated
All my heroes let me down all the time so I just recede into my mind like
Can I really be everything I want?
And where the good folks?
And is there really love?
And if there is a God do he really fuck with us?
I been drowning in this devil’s spring sitting in my cup like
What it really mean?
And why I’m on this earth?
And if it’s ’bout the greent
Then how much am I worth?
I been grinding every day
But how much can I work?
I be having all these thoughts till I’m seeping in the dirt
I remember when
My mama called: «Boy come inside»
Food on my plate, love in my eyes
I seen bad days, now I don’t mind
It’s gon’ be good, we’ll be alright
Yo I don’t even know my momma birthday
My brother brand new and all my cousin’s down south
Up in college with apartments I just feel I’m missing out
I see ’em on the gram and I’m just tryna figure out
How I got so disconnected who divided up the house
Spent a lot of time regretting like fuck it I’m reaching out
When I call em it be awkward conversation that we forcing
‘Cause you like a different person when you open ya mouth
And that’s no fault of your own you just grown, that’s the goal
I’m just clinging to the past like brillo be to the pad
You ain’t a li’l kid, you a person with a path
We not filling up the water, gun shooting up the ave
My cousin on the pill, I’m like «wasn’t you just nine?»
Got a nigga feeling old tryna catch up with the time
But ya’ll be in my thoughts when I’m steady trying to climb
Up the ladder to my destiny I present in these lines
My mama called: «Boy come inside»
Food on my plate, love in my eyes
I seen bad days, now I don’t mind
It’s gon’ be good, we’ll be alright
