Keep Me Company Songtext
von KnowMads

And welcome back to 102.2 buckle my shoe
KMF FM radio playing the hits all day long
Where everyday is Saturday
And it might be sunny outside but its raining on the inside
We here to help you deal with that seasonal depression
All year round, time to get yo measly ass up out of bed
Used to ride the metro
Then I rode the beat
Always had my headphones
Keep me company
Shorty used to crush
I was crushing up that weed
Waking up hungover
Now I′m flying overseas
Never played piano
But I used to push them keys
I was bout that paper
Getting money on the street
Learned to hold the mic
Like I was holding heat


Now I lace the track
Like I'm lacing up my sneaks
Shit was cool god
Fresh up out the schoolyard
Used to skateboard smoke blunts
Watch the boondocks
I was 14 wit them timberland boots
Plotted out the dream told em kid I can′t lose
At the sand dunes start to feel like Cancun
Had a homie Danny but we called him Andrew
Grew up too fast parents never had a clue
We was hella young
Getting drunk at bumbershoot
Showed up to the party
With a bunch of Wally goons
Same time the whole scene start to feel like Molly Moons
Never been an actor so I played em all aloof
Damn them bastards hate it when they calling you the truth
Back then you could find me on the Molly getting juiced
And you if couldn't find me I was probably on the roof
Higher than an astronaut living on the moon
Dropped outta school started lying to my mom and them
If I'm being honest it′s cuz I was on Klonopin
Addicted to the hash oil smoking like a bass head
Posted at the royal couldn′t even hear what they said
Petty drama popping off he socked em til his face bled
Rolling with the homies just another night wasted
I was couch hopping cause I really couldn't pay rent
Back then self-esteem was lower than the basement
I didn′t have no money left least that's what the bank said
Had to change the game plan all I had was fake friends
Half of them on oxy so I couldn′t even blame them
I was moving baby going through the stages
Fuck it got sober cuz I knew I couldn't stay in debt
Stuck chasing dreams some days I just laid in bed
Thinking I should zip up my soul and get paid instead
Moved down to California barely even making bread
But the whole West Coast love us like the Grateful Dead
Used to ride the metro
Then I rode the beat
Always had my headphones
Keep me company
Shorty used to crush
I was crushing up that weed
Waking up hungover
Now I′m flying overseas
Never played piano
But I used to push them keys
I was bout that paper
Getting money on the street
Learned to hold the mic
Like I was holding heat
Now I lace the track
Like I'm lacing up my sneaks
Stepping out of mommas stroller right on the corner
Dodging rollers pushing yola out of my corolla
Grumpy neighbors probably wonder what im doing
Cuz i had it moving on the block like Patrick Ewing
Had the truck packed up like its moving day
Hustle like the third string pulling two a days
So when the 13s dropped copped the blue and grays
Watch out for the cops we dont do no Q & As
Sully run it up the block with the walkie talkie
Brennan prowling through the safe probably off an oxy
Playing with these ARs like im scarface
Blinds drawn bagging up kush like its yard waste
Had that knockout blow just like a heavy weight
I was getting them those Os off at a better rate
Two phones six jobs like im Kevin Gates
Next month booked ten shows in seven states
Used to ride the metro
Then I rode the beat
Always had my headphones
Keep me company
Shorty used to crush
I was crushing up that weed
Waking up hungover
Now I'm flying overseas
Never played piano
But I used to push them keys
I was bout that paper
Getting money on the street
Learned to hold the mic
Like I was holding heat
Now I lace the track
Like I′m lacing up my sneaks