Noname Gypsy - Samaritan feat. Mick Jenkins

Had a bad name and a dream inside my pocket
Took a step to the left and start walking
Talking like I'm not gonna get home tonight
I left my bus card on the nightstand by the kitchen
Samaritan, Samaritan, HELP ME, PLEASE
Samaritan, Samaritan, BE GOOD TO ME
Samaritan, Samaritan, BE GOOD TO ME

I met a wise man on the corner of an island, in Thailand
A good man, he helped me with my finance
He told me my life span was spent on a life time of phone calls
And staplers and people to piss off
But I reminded him I barely could read
I graduated high school happy I even got C's
'Cause the D's and S was looking hella grimy, baby
Sisters Maleheim be just happy to come behind me
Don't ask me how I look like in the darkness
Sit still for too long your own bones become cathartic
Got me felling like I'm tall, dumb, and ugly
Make a home on the sage where all of the people love me
She so loved, rapping about her broken
When I wear false lashes and hoping she getting chosen
You a female rapper, I rap about that shit
You supposed to be a bad bitch or at least a little confident

Had a bad name and a dream inside my pocket
Took a step to the left and start walking
Talking like I'm not gonna get home tonight
I left my bus card on the nightstand by the kitchen
Samaritan, Samaritan, HELP ME, PLEASE
Samaritan, Samaritan, BE GOOD TO ME
Samaritan, Samaritan, BE GOOD TO ME

Welcome to verse two, this where it gets sticky
The dollar I once had had a dream of a buck fifty
Even the money will leave you for the money
Had the nerve to look at me and tell me I was hella bumy

Hella funny coming from a nigga with a homeless soul
See commercials how they out here selling broken dreams
My situation have escape, check the Oprah show
Couldn't fly out the hood with a boneless wing

Back porch planning my campaign
Twisting some shit and sipping some shit that bubble like champagne
Noses in the air for that dank shit
Pinkies in the air for that Hilary Swank shit
Million dollars deal, nigga tell of escape
The fact that he so chill about it compel him to hate the women that I court
Like a pallet, compel him to think he only do it bad
Like Blink's dad, that's Michael Jackson
You sleeping but how you sleep on that?
When I'm taking niggas higher like it's tree on deck
And it's tree on deck, Canada dry on the rocks
Watch, the poultry started in coffee shops
I'm used to the grind, I could wait for the cream
It's no sugar in that, not even strings attached to pedal
Can't put him in that, competitors ruling out
I compel him to pull the facts
My resume been faxed and thinking gold until my gold is set
Until a nigga's record getting mashed spins and your cul de sac don't distract
Know they key to this is preservation
I pray your prayers reaches elevation to see them snares see the symbol for this simple
And this simple has a glass of Gingerale, it's a celebration, word

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