Thank You by Primere Lyrics
[Verse 1: Primere]
(It’s like) I don’t say it enough
Thank you, aye, I’ve just been all in my stuff
Being selfish, and I see it now
I ain’t working to get to who I want to be in town
But I got the support
Mother used to have to go to the courts
‘Cause my brother was doing dumb shit, and he loved it
Couldn’t let it go, it was all in his heart
But, she’d knew that I’d be different
Never gave up, pops - he was distant
Live in the same house, eat on the same table
But him and I are both resistant
To speak, we talk once a week
Every single day I’m at “tweaker” park
And I’m there until after dark
Momma don’t trip I’ma make my mark, yeah
(I’ma make my mark)
(I’ma make my mark)
[Verse 2: Primere]
Beans on the plate growing up
Tortillas just to make them great
Mother can’t teach me math, science
Or history, but she taught me to appreciate
And that’s enough for me
Must be tough to be living on the streets
With nothing to eat, feeling like you’ve completely faced defeat
Got damn, my pop’s a man
Working his ass off, and I’ve seen him hand
My mom his money for my food and clothes
Honestly, he could be a dude that goes
Spending his money on stupid hoes
But he’s cool, he knows what he’s supposed to do
Putting his priorities first
Making sure the house rent is never ever overdue
(Got to love him for that) 6x
[Verse 3: Primere]
Uh, this an apology too
If I’ve ever done you wrong
Remembering the things we’ve done
Got damn, where the times have gone
And I’m growing up
Hate school damn it, but I’m showing up
‘Cause my mom’s disappointed, and my pop’s talking shit
“This kid don’t want to go to school, then he needs to get a job” and shit
Arguing with mom ‘bout my grades
I’m smart but I got to call a spade a spade
It’s not what you know, it’s what you can prove
My momma probably feels like she’s betrayed
It’s true, I haven’t done homework in about two weeks
But I’m ‘bout to plant two feet to the ground
Ten toes down, coming for the crown
Resurrecting...
[Brigde: Primere]
I said thank you to everyone
Everything said, everything you’ve done
Every compliment that I’ve received
And every little moment that we’ve had fun
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
(Thank you, thank you)
[Outro: Primere]
Take me back...
No apologies
(It’s like) I don’t say it enough
Thank you, aye, I’ve just been all in my stuff
Being selfish, and I see it now
I ain’t working to get to who I want to be in town
But I got the support
Mother used to have to go to the courts
‘Cause my brother was doing dumb shit, and he loved it
Couldn’t let it go, it was all in his heart
But, she’d knew that I’d be different
Never gave up, pops - he was distant
Live in the same house, eat on the same table
But him and I are both resistant
To speak, we talk once a week
Every single day I’m at “tweaker” park
And I’m there until after dark
Momma don’t trip I’ma make my mark, yeah
(I’ma make my mark)
(I’ma make my mark)
[Verse 2: Primere]
Beans on the plate growing up
Tortillas just to make them great
Mother can’t teach me math, science
Or history, but she taught me to appreciate
And that’s enough for me
Must be tough to be living on the streets
With nothing to eat, feeling like you’ve completely faced defeat
Got damn, my pop’s a man
Working his ass off, and I’ve seen him hand
My mom his money for my food and clothes
Honestly, he could be a dude that goes
Spending his money on stupid hoes
But he’s cool, he knows what he’s supposed to do
Putting his priorities first
Making sure the house rent is never ever overdue
(Got to love him for that) 6x
[Verse 3: Primere]
Uh, this an apology too
If I’ve ever done you wrong
Remembering the things we’ve done
Got damn, where the times have gone
And I’m growing up
Hate school damn it, but I’m showing up
‘Cause my mom’s disappointed, and my pop’s talking shit
“This kid don’t want to go to school, then he needs to get a job” and shit
Arguing with mom ‘bout my grades
I’m smart but I got to call a spade a spade
It’s not what you know, it’s what you can prove
My momma probably feels like she’s betrayed
It’s true, I haven’t done homework in about two weeks
But I’m ‘bout to plant two feet to the ground
Ten toes down, coming for the crown
Resurrecting...
[Brigde: Primere]
I said thank you to everyone
Everything said, everything you’ve done
Every compliment that I’ve received
And every little moment that we’ve had fun
Thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
(Thank you, thank you)
[Outro: Primere]
Take me back...
No apologies