The Season / Carry Me

The Season / Carry Me

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My faith is buried
Somewhere underneath the town
Until it’s paid for
Strawberry season
My sweetheart is coming ‘round
I hear it rain and pour
How did you find me here
It must be perfect timing
Forever grateful
If I didn’t love you
Then I *** sure love you now
Fruit of your labor
Say ain’t *** change but the bank statements
Spent the summer in the wave
With the beach babies
Threw your chula in the buggie
With the top down up the PCH
I’m heading north
I hope it doesn't rain
Went from playing community ball
To balling with the majors
Oh, what you major
Yeah *** I ran bases, pitch flame
I call plays, remove labels
And *** fame
That killed all my favorite entertainers
Nothing short of amazing, ooh yeah
But I’m short on my patience
See, I don’t play that ***
I don’t ever forget
And don’t forget that dot
*** you paid for it
I spent years being called out my name
Living under my greatness, greatness
But what don’t kill me is motivation
My faith is buried
Somewhere underneath the town
Until it’s paid for
Strawberry season
My sweetheart is coming ‘round
I hear it rain and pour
How did you find me here
It must be perfect timing
Forever grateful
If I didn’t love you
Then I *** sure love you now
Fruit of your labor
Yeah, say, yeah
Six years old
I tried my first pair of Jordans on
Momma, can you carry me
It was late in the fall
I caught a glimpse of my first love
My God
Momma, can you carry me
Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord
Why they had to take my ma
Momma, carry me
To the early morn
Momma, can you carry me
To the early morning
Momma, can you carry me
Hey, hey, hey, gather round
Hustlers, that's if ya still livin'
And get on down
Before the judge give the sentence
A few more rounds
Before the feds come and get you
Is you gonna smile
When your date gets issued
You know them feds taking pictures
Your mom’s in prison
Your father need a new kidney
You family’s splitting, rivalries between siblings
If cash ain’t king
It's *** sure the incentive
And good riddance
Is the element of danger an important factor
For the members of your peer group
Yes, you might say that
Why don’t you give it a try
And find out for yourself
Bout the year Drizzy and Cole dropped
Before K.Dot had it locked
I was sleeping on the floor
Newborn baby boy
Tryna get my money pot
So wifey wouldn’t get deported
Cursing the heavens, falling out of orbit
Tryna roll this seven, tryna up my portion
What about your goals
What about your leverage
So they don’t force you into some hole
What’s the meaning of my fortune reading
When I crack the cookie
All it said was, keep dreaming
When I look at my tree
I see leaves missing
Generations of harsh living and addiction
I came to visit during the seven-year stint
But they wouldn’t let me in
Because my license suspended
Now I’m scraping the pennies
Just to kiss you on your cheek
It’s gonna be a couple weeks
Before I get it
I know you miss me
Six years old
I tried my first pair of Jordans on
Momma, can you carry me
It was late in the fall
I caught a glimpse of my first love
My God
Momma, can you carry me
Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord
Why they had to take my ma
Momma, carry me
To the early morn
Momma, can you carry me
To the early morning
Momma, can you carry me
Momma, can you carry me
Momma, can you carry me
Momma, can you carry me
Momma, can you carry me
Yeah, oh, oh, oh
And one of these is my rise
One of these is my downfall
And I’m the one to make it right
I wanna make it right, momma
And one of these is my rise
One of these is my downfall
And I’m the one to make it right
I wanna make it right, momma
I wanna make it right
Momma, can you carry me
To the early morning
Momma, can you carry me
To the early morning
Momma, can you carry me
Oh lord
Momma, can you carry me
Momma, can you carry me
Momma, can you carry me
Momma, can you carry me, yeah
Momma, can you carry me
I see here they call you a masochist
I like pain
Can you be specific
What kind of pain do you like
Any kind of pain