Prom / King Lyrics - Saba

This remind me of before we had insomnia 

Sleepin' peacefully, never needed a pile of drugs 

Everybody was college-bound, no dollar amounts 

In God we trust, senior year my prom ain't had no party bus 

My cousin hit me on Facebook, like "What shorty you takin'?" 

I'm lyin', I'm playin', I'm sayin', 

I got one to take and I'm waitin' on her response 

Wrote her a 3 page letter, it's 3 days later, 

Never hit me back, she broke my heart 

So now he IM'ing me shit like, "Yo' is shorty bad?" 

I pretend not to be depressed, she never wrote me back 

I hit him back like "Yo', well fuck her, it's on to the next" 

I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, 

Prolly' would never have sex 

You know in high school, 16 you prolly late 

My cousin hit me back, "Don't trip, bro. I got you a date." 

So he sent me this link to some girl I had never seen 

He said to call and tell her "Walter sent you, you with me." 

I think about it for a minute, like what's his intentions? 

I mean, we never really got along or used to kick it 

In fact, if I remember vividly, he picked on me 

He used to beat me up and take my sneakers every family visit 

I'm skeptical to let her know I'm Walter little cousin 

What if this shit all a joke, then again, what if it wasn't? 

Would I really risk the chance of me potentially fuckin' 

On some stranger daughter 'cause I barely know if I can trust him? 

Prolly not 

I finally called her, tell her Walter sent me 

My name Tahj 

She asked me what's the color scheme that we gon' wear to prom 

I'm actin' like I'm not excited, tryna play it off 

So what's the car we're takin'? 

Worst come worst, my mom can take us 

I'll call Walter, thank him, he said don't trip and just wear black 

He said she cool and they go back, if any problems, send him back 

I never had to, but now we're in tune 

He Facebook messaged me like 

Sorry not to be a nuisance... 

But he like 30 dollars short on all his prom suit shit 

I'm like, "I got you, cuz. That's the least that I can do." 

He tell me send him the addy and he'll slide after school 

I'm like, "Ok, bet," never knew where he stayed at 

He walked down the street, hella surprised, 

This where y'all place at? 

Uncle Carl, Auntie Deborah, my cousin Rena 

And I'm surprised too, my family knew, kept this a secret 

Me and cuz stay down the street, living different lives 

Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride 

I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside 

He tell me, "Thank you," then he walked back home with a smile 

He tryna hide it, but I see his dimple 

I'm thinkin', "Damn, that transaction was simple" 

I'm talking shit, I know he hoop, 

I'm like, Aye, where the rim, bro? 

He like, Tomorrow, if you free, you prolly weak as shit, tho. 

I know my brother not 

So all 3 of us went to the park and ran some niggas off the court 

I'm hella passive, I was passin', I ain't have to score 

The next day the prom, I couldn't sleep, I stayed up 

My granddad gave me a condom then walked away, didn't say nothin' 

She hopped out of her car and said that her name was Jada 

My heart's racin', I'm focused, I'm tryna keep it playa 

Gave her the croissant, or corsage 

Or whatever the fuck my mom handed me 

And said, "Now put it on her hand, Malik", family ties 

My grandfather taught me how to tie up a tie 

'Cause my dad lived in NY 

That's prolly why I was shy, so self-conscious 

Took pictures on the porch, and then we headed for the prom and 

Walter went on prom the same day, but to a different place 

So he text me like, "Cuz, this the spot. Let's meet up later 

And bring Jada through," prom flashed, I kept it cool 

We show up to the function where she brought a change of clothes 

I'm lookin' around like, Damn, I don't know nobody 

We at this party out West and Jada left to get dressed 

I'm fakin' like I'm sendin' text 

Some stranger get really close, I swear that I hear his breath 

Then he put a knife to my neck 

Gave me the run down like, "Jada my sister 

And if you hit her, fuck her, make her miss ya, I'ma kill ya!" 

At this point, I'm just exhausted 

Wondering where the fuck's Walter 

He shows up like 30 minutes after our altercation 

I never mentioned it to him, he kinda overprotective 

And I know if I tell him, that he'll beat this nigga's skull in 

Turn his body a skeleton, and our night'll end terrible 

I exhale and say, "Fuck it", and I just chose to let it go 

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Said you're used to getting everything your way... Tthis not how that happens this time, 

Just gotta fuck with your boy? 

Walt went to St. Louis, had a full ride for his hoopin' 

Him and his coach got into it, now he back home doing music, aye 

I was at Columbia, a damn near straight A student 

I had one B in a hip-hop class, I thought that shit was stupid 

He transferred to Robert Morris, always living down the street 

My class let out at 2:40 and his class let out at 3 

Mama asked me where the hell I been and where the hell I be 

"I'm with Walter, mom, I'm safe" I keep walkin' in here late 

I might fall off in your bed, I get girls now, I get laid 

I get caught up followin' Walter, I'm a product of my age 

He talk to erry' girl in downtown Chicago 

Wingman, I cannot fly though 

He was in Cal with Impala, he was that nigga in the party 

Awfully popular for someone that they barely mention 

Plus we from the part of city that they barely mention 

Just logged into Twitter and somehow we was barely mentioned 

We signed our names on the open mic list and then they skipped us 

And then they skipped us again like a week later 

Like, obviously this fuckin' host can't read the paper 

Hella' intimidatin', the big guy didn't have to flex 

So Walter walked to the host and said 

This the name you're callin' next 

Bullied our way to the stage and then overstayed our welcome 

An apple never get too far from the tree that it fell from 

Just like my father tryna do music and hope I make it 

Walter joined me for the journey said the city waitin' 

PIVOT 

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Walter invincible, dodged death like a mad magician 

More times than a mathematician 

I'm in LA workin' on Bucket List Project, 

I get a call and get a fishy feeling 

Normally Walt joke on the phone, this time he over serious 

My heart droppin', I'm like, Yo, what is it? 

He say he with T.Y on the highway and some niggas just tried to kill him 

Emptied the clip on the car, but somehow they didn't hit him 

Sometimes I fuckin' hate Chicago, 'cause I hate this feelin' 

Innocent niggas get shot at, in the broad day, the A.M 

I asked him for a play-by-play of how their whole day went 

He said he went to XSport, and they ran a full court 

And I can not retort without thinkin' that this can't be the reason 

So what else you do? 

What about Ty? Is he still cool? 

Where were you on your way from, 

And where were you on your way to? 

He say he just left for dinner at a friend crib, and that's it 

He say "Tahj, don't do shit but smoke, honestly Saba, that's it" 

Give him sympathy, another case of mistaken identity 

The news prolly' gon' run this, as two gangs from different streets 

Police questionin' him like he just shot at a trooper 

My boy walked away unharmed, 

And we did Lollapalooza, yeah 

Six months pass by, everyday we celebrate, everyday a better day 

I just dropped Bucket List, Walter 'bout to drop a tape 

Everything goin' perfect, couldn't paint a better way 

PIVOT gang is on the way, we just sold out Lincoln Hall 

Then I went to talk to Sway 

I got back home and got back on it, 

'Cause Walter was doin' tour dates 

Sendin' me links to songs that he made, Kid Cudi, we are not ridin' no waves, aye 

Grandma made us blanky plates, we played 2K, that's just a day before 

Fatimah got a show tomorrow, he text me, "We in that hoe" 

I went to the barbershop, the first thing the next morning 

Then I got up with Legit, we supposed to do some recording 

10 minutes into this session, I got a call from a number 

That I don't got saved, but I answer anyways 

She says, Hello, Malik, have you or Squeak 

Talked to my son today? He was just on the train 

We got in the car, but we didn't know where to drive to 

Fuck it, wherever you are my nigga, we'll come and find you... 

Just another day in the ghetto 

Oh, the streets bring sorrow 

Can't get out today with their schedule 

I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow 

I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow 

I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow 

I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow 

I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow 

I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow 

I just hope I make it 'til tomorrow