Yo, yo, yo
My first friend in South Pasadena
His friend was Connor
Middle School was such an arena
I would've been a goner
If it hadn't been for him
I hit that water
With a pocket full of chicken-skin
To find piranhas
I stayed clowning on myself for the fat
A winning caller
He's the first one to down me for that
Not see me smaller
Got the wealth of a friend at my back
So I'm a baller
Skipping meals just to catch me a pass
I'm getting taller
Better bet I keep my smile on
When I'm on Milan
Where my problems never pile on
Upper echelons
Donning shorts made of nylon
Pass me the baton
I'll be racing by the pylons
Life is sweeter than pecans
Better bet I keep my smile on
When I'm on Milan
Where my problems only pile on
Fires on the lawn
You couldn't keep it with a Nikon
I'm pro at finding cons
'Til my Father lays his eyes on
All the hope that it could spawn
Like I'm doing something wrong
"Far too careless" with my friends
"He's just stringing you along
To send you flying off the bend!"
Kinda shit I heard from Dad
Every time I visit Connor
My abuser seeing trash
In the form of my first partner
My Step-Mom called him "Fat"
My Brother called him "Awkward"
When the truth of the their attacks
Is I'm happy, so they're bothered
Or maybe deeper than that
Was the simple fact that Connor
Saw the value in Jack
That they just couldn't conjure
Yo
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Yo, yo, yo
My first friend in South Pasadena
His friend was Connor
Middle School was such an arena
I would've been a goner
If it hadn't been for him
I hit that water
With a pocket full of chicken-skin
To find piranhas
I stayed clowning on myself for the fat
A winning caller
He's the first one to down me for that
Not see me smaller
Got the wealth of a friend at my back
So I'm a baller
Skipping meals just to catch me a pass
I'm getting taller
Better bet I keep my smile on
When I'm on Milan
Where my problems never pile on
Upper echelons
Donning shorts made of nylon
Pass me the baton
I'll be racing by the pylons
Life is sweeter than pecans
Better bet I keep my smile on
When I'm on Milan
Where my problems only pile on
Fires on the lawn
You couldn't keep it with a Nikon
I'm pro at finding cons
'Til my Father lays his eyes on
All the hope that it could spawn
Like I'm doing something wrong
"Far too careless" with my friends
"He's just stringing you along
To send you flying off the bend!"
Kinda shit I heard from Dad
Every time I visit Connor
My abuser seeing trash
In the form of my first partner
My Step-Mom called him "Fat"
My Brother called him "Awkward"
When the truth of the their attacks
Is I'm happy, so they're bothered
Or maybe deeper than that
Was the simple fact that Connor
Saw the value in Jack
That they just couldn't conjure
Yo
My first friend in South Pasadena
His friend was Connor
Middle School was such an arena
I would've been a goner
If it hadn't been for him
I hit that water
With a pocket full of chicken-skin
To find piranhas
I stayed clowning on myself for the fat
A winning caller
He's the first one to down me for that
Not see me smaller
Got the wealth of a friend at my back
So I'm a baller
Skipping meals just to catch me a pass
I'm getting taller
Better bet I keep my smile on
When I'm on Milan
Where my problems never pile on
Upper echelons
Donning shorts made of nylon
Pass me the baton
I'll be racing by the pylons
Life is sweeter than pecans
Better bet I keep my smile on
When I'm on Milan
Where my problems only pile on
Fires on the lawn
You couldn't keep it with a Nikon
I'm pro at finding cons
'Til my Father lays his eyes on
All the hope that it could spawn
Like I'm doing something wrong
"Far too careless" with my friends
"He's just stringing you along
To send you flying off the bend!"
Kinda shit I heard from Dad
Every time I visit Connor
My abuser seeing trash
In the form of my first partner
My Step-Mom called him "Fat"
My Brother called him "Awkward"
When the truth of the their attacks
Is I'm happy, so they're bothered
Or maybe deeper than that
Was the simple fact that Connor
Saw the value in Jack
That they just couldn't conjure
Yo
Writer: Jack Mabie
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