Tire Swings by Geebz Lyrics
[Intro]
WOMP
OooOOO
[Verse 1]
No more a 'Boro body
I miss the thottys
I miss the Bojangles down the street from the Poppy's
Fuck a Cracker Barrel cuz the atmosphere is racial
Remind me of a time that my brothers were enslaved still
Didn't scoop the accent but perfected on my exit
Carolina cold is the sweetest when I'm present
Goldilock warm in a soup made of bosom
Southern love good like my Grandma handmade them
But we don't wanna save them
Save that shit for Nathan
Summer coming soon humidity be so dangerous
Thats the shit I miss miss
How a state by the ocean but the clouds be rainless
L.A. broads be brainless
Relying on they fake tits
To fool niggas who just pay shit
For bitches who can't suck dick
Cuz lips are made with plastic
And attitudes be sarcastic
But flip like they do gymnastics
If pockets are looking massive
Man this nigga spazzing like
OOOoowee can't stop me
Moved across country cuz country niggas are poppin
Shit ain't easy but music just keep on dropping
So Don't Hold The Juice cuz we ain't got time for mopping like
[Hook]
Life can be so tiring
Take me back to tire swings
Cuz life can be so tiring
Just take me back to tire swings
[Verse 2]
Do you remember like thriller
Michael Jackson jackets
Keep us warm in the winter
Practing our moonwalks let that first foot linger
Coolest kid dance floor, middle school winner
Let's keep it a 100 though
Parents moved us to a school with no color folk
Center of attention cuz my skin was desirable
Admired the fact I was black cuz they could say nigga
Said it so much I started calling them my mister
Massa
I passed up on many opportunities
Got so used it fell in love with all the unity
All the white girls loved me to spite their daddy
What was the harm in letting a few of them get gabby
And sadly thought this that way for a long time
And I never used to say it less I wrote it in a rhyme
'Till I said it round my Grandpa and he looked and frowned
Said boy dont you know how dumb you really sound
[Hook]
Life can be so tiring
Take me back to tire swings
Cuz life can be so tiring
Just take me back to tire swings
[Verse 2]
It all good, It all good
We ain't gotta worry no more, worry no more
Cuz we out the hood, out the hood
So we ready for more, ready for more
The come up wasn't easy
Watching pigs fly at niggas walking streets b-
Mama always said be careful on that concrete
Never knew it cuz it could've been my coffin
23 now I'm a threat to all society
Put a hood up I'm a hit for notoriety
White anxiety is the poison for youth
I grew up clutching my shit when I walked passed a dude
Durag and Timbaland boots, that was the cue
I wore the same thing but first accuse
Miss the old days when all the youth was excused
'Till I saw Tamir Rice not spared the abuse
[Hook x2]
Life can be so tiring
Take me back to tire swings
Cuz life can be so tiring
Just take me back to tire swings
WOMP
OooOOO
[Verse 1]
No more a 'Boro body
I miss the thottys
I miss the Bojangles down the street from the Poppy's
Fuck a Cracker Barrel cuz the atmosphere is racial
Remind me of a time that my brothers were enslaved still
Didn't scoop the accent but perfected on my exit
Carolina cold is the sweetest when I'm present
Goldilock warm in a soup made of bosom
Southern love good like my Grandma handmade them
But we don't wanna save them
Save that shit for Nathan
Summer coming soon humidity be so dangerous
Thats the shit I miss miss
How a state by the ocean but the clouds be rainless
L.A. broads be brainless
Relying on they fake tits
To fool niggas who just pay shit
For bitches who can't suck dick
Cuz lips are made with plastic
And attitudes be sarcastic
But flip like they do gymnastics
If pockets are looking massive
Man this nigga spazzing like
OOOoowee can't stop me
Moved across country cuz country niggas are poppin
Shit ain't easy but music just keep on dropping
So Don't Hold The Juice cuz we ain't got time for mopping like
[Hook]
Life can be so tiring
Take me back to tire swings
Cuz life can be so tiring
Just take me back to tire swings
[Verse 2]
Do you remember like thriller
Michael Jackson jackets
Keep us warm in the winter
Practing our moonwalks let that first foot linger
Coolest kid dance floor, middle school winner
Let's keep it a 100 though
Parents moved us to a school with no color folk
Center of attention cuz my skin was desirable
Admired the fact I was black cuz they could say nigga
Said it so much I started calling them my mister
Massa
I passed up on many opportunities
Got so used it fell in love with all the unity
All the white girls loved me to spite their daddy
What was the harm in letting a few of them get gabby
And sadly thought this that way for a long time
And I never used to say it less I wrote it in a rhyme
'Till I said it round my Grandpa and he looked and frowned
Said boy dont you know how dumb you really sound
[Hook]
Life can be so tiring
Take me back to tire swings
Cuz life can be so tiring
Just take me back to tire swings
[Verse 2]
It all good, It all good
We ain't gotta worry no more, worry no more
Cuz we out the hood, out the hood
So we ready for more, ready for more
The come up wasn't easy
Watching pigs fly at niggas walking streets b-
Mama always said be careful on that concrete
Never knew it cuz it could've been my coffin
23 now I'm a threat to all society
Put a hood up I'm a hit for notoriety
White anxiety is the poison for youth
I grew up clutching my shit when I walked passed a dude
Durag and Timbaland boots, that was the cue
I wore the same thing but first accuse
Miss the old days when all the youth was excused
'Till I saw Tamir Rice not spared the abuse
[Hook x2]
Life can be so tiring
Take me back to tire swings
Cuz life can be so tiring
Just take me back to tire swings