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Your pops used to beat on your mama Wait Tell me about it Your mama did what for she commas Wait Tell me about it And they used to rub on your body They used to love on your body And you kept it hidden I get it lil mama You was only eight But they used to touch on your body Is that the reason why your guard up But you got accepted to Harvard And never ever put your scars up Don't never ever put your scars up And you gotta be an inspiration You gotta tell the truth And you gotta prosper You gotta tell your story It'll make you a better you I know People assuming just because you're pretty That you ain't never had to struggle I know for a fact you're a hustler And you never ever settle for a busta Parking lot, dig deep with the shovel And you know we gotta creep in the huddle All these problems you can beat with your knuckles Cause you know I love ya Yea We can just sit in the rain We can just listen to Ella Mai We can just cope with the pain With these parking lot conversations I can just play with your toes You say I'm so sick with the flows I'm bout to get back on the road With these parking lot conversations We can just sit in the rain We can just listen to SZA We can just cope with the pain With these parking lot conversations We can just talk bout your dreams What you do and what you don't like I'm tryna figure what your mind like With these parking lot conversations Your brother got life in prison Tell me about it Your grandma she need a new kidney Wait Tell me about it And you say that you got it Your grandma be saying don't worry about it And you start to cry when I bring up the topic About how your mama she out here She popping for money Look Come get that weight off your shoulder You can just lay on my shoulder I promise I'll hold ya Heard that you stopped smoking doja Heard that you stopped smoking doja Your ex got you pregnant He made you go get an abortion He made you pay And that affected you in major ways You still think about it on a day to day You want somebody to love You want somebody to listen I get it When you in the whip and you crying and wishing You fishing for answers, you hate you can't get it I get it The feeling is strong The feeling you feeling, that feeling ain't wrong Just think about me when you up in your zone Just hit up the phone, can't put your name in this song People assuming just because you're pretty That you ain't never had to struggle I know for a fact you're a hustler And you never ever settle for a busta Parking lot, dig deep with the shovel And you know we gotta creep in the huddle All these problems you can beat with your knuckles Cause you know I love ya Yea We can just sit in the rain We can just listen to Ella Mai We can just cope with the pain With these parking lot conversations I can just play with your toes You say I'm so sick with the flows I'm bout to get back on the road With these parking lot conversations We can just sit in the rain We can just listen to SZA We can just cope with the pain With these parking lot conversations We can just talk bout your dreams What you do and what you don't like I'm tryna figure what your mind like With these parking lot conversations
Writer(s): Jeremy Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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