ScHoolboy Q — TorcH

[Intro: ScHoolboy Q & Anderson .Paak] Blank face Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face (Blank face) Blank face, yo, blank face Blank face, blank face, blank face I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine Uh [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] This that fuck the blogs The afterbell, we hang in halls Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway One of the homies got slayed, so we bang at the King parade I can take you spots where gangsters walk With real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Ho, man I ain't been right since out the cervix I know an M can make it perfect It came through more than the one I worship You know I never lied The truth be told, the dope's been gettin' sold He got the runny nose Summertimes, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes I swear the hood low as the burner get rose, I follow the city codes My money show (Oh) Missin' them days of honey oats Dollar bills in mama's coat Cartoons and bubble soap This be the realest shit I wrote This be that ride that hundred spoke Red and blue from head to toe [Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] Who needs a motherfuckin' friend? You see the motherfuckin' rims Met the devil in disguise Look through my motherfuckin' eyes [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] Look at my yard, look at my block, look at my zip code All of these lies, true to my life, word to my pencil Take what you want, get what you like, open that window Ain't that simple? Ain't it that simple? Look through my motherfuckin' eyes, uh Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind Couple days, I'll be fine [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] This shit from 'round the back house More baggies bagged than at Ralphs In granny's plastic suede couch Best play cat and that mouse A minor pitchin' in major Stay servin' dope, but we cater Take you back to my Sega Slammin' bones on that table Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's Forced to grow to a man Before LA had the Rams Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store My haters came for the better and money came for the loads Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold, uh Fucked up the game with many flow I been a loc since embryo I'm ten toes, you movie role, uh I do this shit for lifers way before Jehri curls, cut Dickies, and sherm smoke, uh Got so many bodies the world knows, shit Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath, oh But our dreams was big homie The world done flipped on me, took my soul, then clicked on me [Pre-Chorus: ScHoolboy Q] Who needs a motherfuckin' friend? You see my motherfuckin' rims Met the devil in disguise Look through my motherfuckin' eyes [Chorus: Anderson .Paak] Look at my yard, look at my block, look at my zip code All of these lies, true to my life, word to my pencil Take what you want, get what you like, open that window Ain't that simple? Ain't it that simple? Look through my motherfuckin' eyes, uh Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind Couple days, I'll be fine [Outro: Anderson .Paak] My picture was in full frame But my vision had distort My memory is okay But my feelings on point I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go Oh, Lord You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold No, Lord, yeah I see faces at my window My patience growin' short I had no one to lend on That's why that chip is so cold Kinda like the cocaine on my fallen bros, bros, bros, bros Oh, Lord Guess that's my curtain call, my last go Said isn't this shit what you wanted to see? Yeah Ain't it, though? Ain't, ain't this shit what you wanted to see?