1983 Nautica Sweater Lyrics

Cool sweater weather, shoes slipping in the breeze

I rather live up on my feet then die up on my knees

I'm battling my mental while my siblings talking therapy

Now who be caring see

When I yell no one be hearing me

Bodega trips and I be spending all my cents

And if I trip out for this week I just think that I need a cleanse

I'm just tryna make amends

With all my exes and my friends

They haven't seen me in these weeks because I think I'm counting yen

Been dealing with some trauma

Been running from my mama

Live recklessly but knowing that there's some use in this karma

Been working for some commas

While zooted out to Impala

Mama say you make it good with the one and only Allah

But how could I love a god when I don't love myself

Think he needs some help

But we know everyone just out for self

Cypher with my Nikes, I think I might be to hype for hell

We speeding on the highway, but this melting pot we born to dwell

Cool sweater weather, shoes slipping in the breeze

I rather live up on my feet then die up on my knees

I'm battling my mental while my siblings talking therapy

Now who be caring see

When I yell no one be hearing me