[Chorus: Cam O'bi] How come I can't do what fuck I want do? How come, how come? Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through How come, how come? Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold Since my cradle hit the flo Tender head, my denim skrong Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaah
[Verse 1: Cam O'bi] Remember when I was a kiddo, growin' up in the middle Windows lining my smile, silver teeth underneath my pillow A nigga had a nappy head like a Brillo pad Sister said I need to do somethin' about them beedy-beed naps Snackin' on Andy Capp's with a pickle and a quarter water Walked in the barbershop asked me what I wanted I told that man I wanted to look like Superman But when he had the long hair You know, kinda like Michael Jackson? The damn barber just started laughin' I cried as he gave me that bald fade Afro puffs hit the flo', symbolic of sheddin' my innocence I guess I thought they were magicians or alchemists or mathematicians With algebraic, calculus algorithms designed to cure me of my nappiness Like a perm burned off my happiness I sat silently acquiescent Pitfalls of adolescence Spitballs and scrabble sessions and tattle-tales Playing around in the hallway like one of Santa's elves "You wanna go to jail?" "Hell naw, mister security!" Got sent to the principal for my potty mouth Talkin' bout some, "give me your number so we can call the house" But gimme got shot, so the ink stainin' my record now You pull a comb thru my afro, that shit'll crackle Like a bowl full of Rice Krispies Rollin' my innocence in a cigarillo like
[Chorus: Cam O'bi] How come I can't do what fuck I want do? How come, how come? Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through How come, how come? Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold Since my cradle hit the flo Tender head, my denim skrong How come, how come? How come I can't say what fuck I want say? How come, how come? Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain How come, how come? Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb When my cradle hit the flo' Tender head, my genes on swole Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaah
[Verse 2: Smino] I don't wanna sing the Star-Spangled Banner Unless it's produced by David Banner Elbows on the lunch table, eatin' on a gravy sammich Lil' nigga, no table manners Crazy it attracted shawty's On the back of the bus gettin' neck had a knack for noggin' Lil' nick at nighttime Googlin' booty, beauty illusions polluted and deep-rooted in my mind My block was a Rubix Anywhere you turned, the shit was hot around the clock And they could not ice cube it, damn Mama, I don't like this school shit Fuck a logarithm, I'll log into the music, damn Daddy, I don't like this school shit I beat the desk until my knuckles bleed All my teachers think I'm challenged mentally But my mental skrong, know who I wanna be Instantly began a surgery Bada-bing, Voila!, made wings wit the words, Hallelujah, Yah bitch, Yah! All my blessings came when I accepted I'm not y'all I been put it down the line like laundry They told me find something more concrete Now a lil' nigga breakin' concrete Praises to God I ain't no convict They'll never take away my confidence
[Chorus] How come I can't do what fuck I want do? How come, how come? Tryna get this skraight, no damn hot comb through How come, how come? Weavin' through the naps, dreams been on hold Since my cradle hit the flo Tender head, my denim skrong How come, how come? How come I can't say what fuck I want say? How come, how come? Tender braids, but I can't make my eyes rain How come, how come? Yanked straight from my naps, dead on my comb When my cradle hit the flo' Tender head, my genes on swole Yea, yea, yea, yeaaaaaaahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
