Wasatch Front Lyrics - Dame D.o.l.l.a.

Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead 

What I gotta do to make sho the family fed 

Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed 

Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread 

Far away from home and feeling so alone 

A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne 

Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome 

The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan 

Got to college me and mama had to setup the dorm 

Shortly after got the first tat on my my upper arm 

Hit the volley ball game yea that welcome was warm 

She crying driving off time to weather the storm 

First day I stumbled in teacher hand us the syllabus 

I'm Dame from east Oakland I don't know if I'm feeling this 

The notice the temperament right away 

Wonderin if I should stay 

In my heart I know that this the right move for nicer pay 

They ask me Dame how ya classes, I saw a few distractions 

But nothin serious enough to make me late for practice 

I'll be there coach, I'm jumping on the shuttle 

He said if you on time that mean you late you better hustle 

Grab my bags, got that town swag 

IPod slappin, listenin to "Black Mags" 

That boy out on his own, thinking that he grown 

Wet behind the ears tryna show he got some stones 

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Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead 

What I gotta do to make sho the family fed 

Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed 

Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread 

Far away from home and feeling so alone 

A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne 

Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome 

The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan 

I been on campus for some time, but I ain't working enough 

I claimed I wanna make it, Phil was first to call my bluff 

I ain't have curfew I'm seeing what that work do 

Up through the campus I could tell you every perfume 

Turnt at every party, my cut on Steve Harvey 

Tryna MC and be fly call me Marty 

Was hardly ever tardy, we showed up like a army 

A lot of love for hoopers, a couple sports was salty 

I'm sorry, eventually I got up on my job 

Game winning treys and I started catching lobs 

Won a MVP everybody givin props 

Broken 5th metatarsal headed to the docs 

Can't believe it, in my feelings 

Head up in my palms 

Moms livin with my auntie set off an alarm 

Stayed at school for summer cuz the city doin harm 

Bout to make the most of the given deck of cards 

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Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead 

What I gotta do to make sho the family fed 

Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed 

Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread 

Far away from home and feeling so alone 

A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne 

Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome 

The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan 

Fall 2011, I'm high minded, noble 

Did the work it's time for me to do what I'm suppose to 

Huey told me dominate and let them coaches coach you 

Started gettin media, none of it was social 

Elevated my mentality all I see is casualties 

How he get to Weber State, my performance baffling 

All the girlies after me, I got reporters chattering 

Started hearing whispers, they thinking bout draftin me 

I'm to the lab, let's work that dribble jab 

If I get this down I'm gettin 20 at half 

They try to double me I hit a shot look at the staff 

I was in my bag, I'ma get the last laugh 

Coach said come on by my office, I got a bone to pick 

Busted out in tears you know how them moments get 

He said this year ya last, gotta put you in the Draft 

Blazers took me number 6, that's a mission passed 

Reminiscing on the days I ain't know what was ahead 

What I gotta do to make sho the family fed 

Staring at the ceiling struggling to go to bed 

Tryna pass class split the needle with a thread 

Far away from home and feeling so alone 

A boy amongst men I ain't even wear cologne 

Girls call me MCM, I'm tryna be Jerome 

The Jazz up the road I wanna play for Jerry Sloan