THE APPLE & THE TREE Songtext
von Vince Staples
THE APPLE & THE TREE Songtext
Who is that?
I dunno- I dunno
Ah, see like I told Nicole
I said, "Hey, I done a quicker
Minding my ass off
So-so your daddy′s goin' to jail for tryna shoot somebody
I said "Nah nah," I said- you do-, I didn′t even know I had did that
I had forgot I had did it, I was looking for her
Now, now I had to be kind of out of my mind
But I was angry, you know, sometimes when I got angry, I didn't think
So, I done went over to somebody house, I knew the girl
I peeked in the house and everything
But I'm over there lookin′ for somebody
You know, tryna get a nigga, you know what I mean? I′m like "shit"
A nigga said "Y'all remember that crackhead came over to my house
Girl, lookin′ for so and so"
Ooh, we didn't even know what to do, we like "Damn, she at the door
Ain′t gon'-ain′t gon' open it"
Dude, I'm like "Damn, I must′ve been real stupid"
But I′m just sayin' to the point where
I′m tryna make up where I came from
You know what I mean?
You know, I was thinkin' of Kwan with a gun in my purse
So don′t go there with me
Don't tell me, well, I don′t care what you want, you're dead
I dunno- I dunno
Ah, see like I told Nicole
I said, "Hey, I done a quicker
Minding my ass off
So-so your daddy′s goin' to jail for tryna shoot somebody
I said "Nah nah," I said- you do-, I didn′t even know I had did that
I had forgot I had did it, I was looking for her
Now, now I had to be kind of out of my mind
But I was angry, you know, sometimes when I got angry, I didn't think
So, I done went over to somebody house, I knew the girl
I peeked in the house and everything
But I'm over there lookin′ for somebody
You know, tryna get a nigga, you know what I mean? I′m like "shit"
A nigga said "Y'all remember that crackhead came over to my house
Girl, lookin′ for so and so"
Ooh, we didn't even know what to do, we like "Damn, she at the door
Ain′t gon'-ain′t gon' open it"
Dude, I'm like "Damn, I must′ve been real stupid"
But I′m just sayin' to the point where
I′m tryna make up where I came from
You know what I mean?
You know, I was thinkin' of Kwan with a gun in my purse
So don′t go there with me
Don't tell me, well, I don′t care what you want, you're dead
Writer(s): Vincent Staples, Paul Anthony Bender, Simon George Mavin, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Thomas David Martin, Rory Tritton Mcdougall, Michael James Meagher, Justin Wesley Marshall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com