Uncle Rico Lyrics

Back in '82

I used to be able to throw a pigskin a quarter mile

Are you serious?

I'm dead serious

A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico

Like, "Hey it's nice to meet y'all

I was the shit back in high school

Used could throw the pigskin a quarter mile

Now I'm flipping bricks, but it's kinda stale

I don't wanna talk about it"

A lotta y'all speak like Uncle Rico

Like, "Bro you shoulda seen me

I was getting bitches back in preschool!

But now the game's played out

Like, I don't even partake now

If coach had put me in in fourth quarter

We'd have made it out"

I'm more on my shit now than I ever been

I'm so over fitting in

If I ain't ever practice then I'd never win

And what'd there be to celebrate?

Trust me I'm just tryna see another day

Don't bite more than I chew

Don't make a list longer than I'm willing to pray

If I can't recite it back to God then it shouldn't be up on my brain

It's more than numbers left for me to calculate

I can't make my feelings change

Every single thought up in my head could come from demons man

So I must make 'em meet their fate

It's more than confidence left to be regained

I left a lot up in the ceiling man

I never thought I'd see the day

Everyone would seem to change

I ain't seen it yet but I been seeking prayers like they'll seize my day

Everybody needs a change

A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico

Like, "Hey it's nice to meet y'all

I was the shit back in high school

Used could throw the pigskin a quarter mile

Now I'm flipping bricks, but it's kinda stale

I don't wanna talk about it"

A lotta y'all speak like Uncle Rico

Like, "Bro you shoulda seen me

I was getting bitches back in preschool!

But now the game's played out

Like, I don't even partake now

If coach had put me in in fourth quarter

We'd have made it out"

A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico

It's a lot of y'all that sound like Uncle Rico

A lotta y'all sound like Uncle Rico

It's a lotta y'all that sound like Uncle Rico

Hahahahaaa

Shit funny

Hell, if couch woulda put me in fourth quarter

We'd have been state champions, no doubt

No doubt in my mind

You better believe things woulda been different

I'd have gone pro in a heartbeat

I'd be making millions of dollars

And living in a big old mansion somewhere

You know, soaking it up

In a hot tub with my soul mate