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Needs Keys
by Jalan Veasley
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Fresh out a relationship. Broke as hell, can’t pay for shit
Back and forth drive through Garland like momma did back in ‘86
She was just a youth and bumping New Edition’s latest hits
Economic endangerment, non-plutonic entanglements
Social threads, pure reaction juxtaposed with hatefulness.
Daily bread, but bread basket filled with the ungratefulness
Tell me if this making sense. Tested by Satan’s maintenance
All because of my “faithfulness”. Who do we have to thank for this?
On the gram young niggas acting sinful
Fake killers dance with guns, real killers move silento
Don’t shoot the messenger. Regressing my potential
Though I cannot get you sent for, I know I’ll be influential
All I really need is my M-I-C for the pencil
All I really need is like one more week for the rental
All I ever see is some shit that’s bad for my mental
And the word of mouth isn’t dental. This food for thought getting stuck in these teeth
Whether it’s a weapon or a hug, I need peace
Whether it’s piano or through drug, I need keys.
Unlocking chains domestic and abroad
Would somebody please call the father of Asahd
Living in the sod, two peas in a pod
Once his partner got a Smith, then he went and got a rod
To tighten up his end, in case his Bronco is at large
Yeah, they might be Titans fans, but them Memphis niggas charge
They say the red is crazy and they say the blue is cancer
Whichever way you sway, you know both sides don’t have the answers
Election was a joke. When it came to counting votes
They had two different polls like a trans-woman dancer
Fuck. That line gon’ get me canceled
Better call Vicky. PR Major. She gon’ handle.
‘Cause I don’t think the public eye could handle one more scandal
Since our 2020 vision had us blinded by the channels
Beat was too cold, it froze
Heat is too bold, it scolds
Deeper than gold, I know
Straight from the D, I rose
Fellow alum, who went just one and then done
But I want next in the draft, I wanna be #1
For now I work at Restaurant Depot, packing aisles and cleans
I need to master these keys. It’s either that or a fiend
And that’s a tad bit extreme, but it could actually be
I can’t be casual, G. Too many casualties reached
I think I’m average. I mean
I think I’m battling schemes
I think I’m battling things
That only matter to me
The way I’m spazzing, you should emphatically have to agree
But if you don’t, I won’t get mad. I’m used to masking my grief, I’m gone
Fresh out a relationship. Broke as hell, can’t pay for shit
Back and forth drive through Garland like momma did back in ‘86
She was just a youth and bumping New Edition’s latest hits
Economic endangerment, non-plutonic entanglements
Social threads, pure reaction juxtaposed with hatefulness.
Daily bread, but bread basket filled with the ungratefulness
Tell me if this making sense. Tested by Satan’s maintenance
All because of my “faithfulness”. Who do we have to thank for this?
On the gram young niggas acting sinful
Fake killers dance with guns, real killers move silento
Don’t shoot the messenger. Regressing my potential
Though I cannot get you sent for, I know I’ll be influential
All I really need is my M-I-C for the pencil
All I really need is like one more week for the rental
All I ever see is some shit that’s bad for my mental
And the word of mouth isn’t dental. This food for thought getting stuck in these teeth
Whether it’s a weapon or a hug, I need peace
Whether it’s piano or through drug, I need keys.
Unlocking chains domestic and abroad
Would somebody please call the father of Asahd
Living in the sod, two peas in a pod
Once his partner got a Smith, then he went and got a rod
To tighten up his end, in case his Bronco is at large
Yeah, they might be Titans fans, but them Memphis niggas charge
They say the red is crazy and they say the blue is cancer
Whichever way you sway, you know both sides don’t have the answers
Election was a joke. When it came to counting votes
They had two different polls like a trans-woman dancer
Fuck. That line gon’ get me canceled
Better call Vicky. PR Major. She gon’ handle.
‘Cause I don’t think the public eye could handle one more scandal
Since our 2020 vision had us blinded by the channels
Beat was too cold, it froze
Heat is too bold, it scolds
Deeper than gold, I know
Straight from the D, I rose
Fellow alum, who went just one and then done
But I want next in the draft, I wanna be #1
For now I work at Restaurant Depot, packing aisles and cleans
I need to master these keys. It’s either that or a fiend
And that’s a tad bit extreme, but it could actually be
I can’t be casual, G. Too many casualties reached
I think I’m average. I mean
I think I’m battling schemes
I think I’m battling things
That only matter to me
The way I’m spazzing, you should emphatically have to agree
But if you don’t, I won’t get mad. I’m used to masking my grief, I’m gone
