Travis Thompson - Ain't Shit

Back when daddy had the Acura
Mama used to pack the lunch
'Fore I flipped the tassel, Hasselback still had to pass for us
'Fore they kill the tattle-tales, Patrick had to pack for us
'Fore I looked up in the sky, saw no one coming back for us
And I've been high the last six months
Tripping on southern civics, and sipping on some sadder stuff
For now, I'm back and I'm rolling heavy
My city-scape is looking different
My wallet's stiffer, I'm getting faith
And all my visions is not as vivid, what day it is?
My dad a poet -- the apple's fell and we raked it in
And I've been traveling, spitting switches on new pavement
Packing polo, I'm touring in Tommy's suitcases
True statements: I'm due payment -- them dudes hate it
What can I say, we some redskins with blue faces
And they talking like a dude made it
Now they mood's changing
I said, "If I ain't shit, what that make you?"
I said, "Friday? Sip. Monday? The blues."
I know life ain't shit but a waste to you
Not my style (ahh-ah)
I said, "If I ain't shit, what that make you?"
I said, "Friday? Sip. Monday? The blues."
I know life ain't shit but a waste to you



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