Ambaum by Travis Thompson Lyrics
[Intro]
What do you want?
[Verse 1]
Rap game, cat fish
They buy my shit, then see my pic like, "that's him?"
Disastrous, you on your last leg
I'm just getting started
Still a mine of gold, a heart of shit
Come up from the side
Probably seven deep in my ride, and it only seats like five
Bumping Lil B, who play -- huh
Chicken strips in the Shell station
Money calling, my phone shaking
Honey mustard, white-tee stain, and grabbing shit -- I'm so impatient
Break rules, fast people
Make moves, Max Keeble
Please get up off of my dick, bitch -- I'm past lethal
Stacks equal nothing, get the fuck up out my town
With my friends in my Dad's van
I hit the road and shut it down
And I'm known to be around
Clowning dudes like, "fuck you wearing?"
"You ain't been nowhere, you know no one, the goofy is apparent"
I been swinging for the fence
I ain't here to make no friends
I don't give a fuck, I'll slide into a fan's girl's DMs
Tylenol PM for the bullshit that they talking
They've been sleeping, bumping corny shit
I swear to God, I lost it
So, I went and made an album to show 'em that we got it
You don't like it, suck my dick, but I'm still sorta glad you found it
Uh-huh
[Chorus]
Where you from, where you been at?
Who you with, where you stay at?
Where you going, and bring us with
From the concrete people talking, but I can't forget
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
[Verse 2]
I've never seen a dollar off of being scared
I've never seen a problem with me being weird
I'm doing what I'm meant to do -- no question
My rocker dressed like I'm thugger, I just gotta keep 'em guessing
Bitch, I'm back up in this day pulling hella major pay
Killing is my business, and business is good -- I'm still the same
Little snot-nose vandals stealing Cosco samples
And I got no handles, losing every pickup game
Burritos, El Riconsito's
Supino's, the flow is bistro
I called up the homie Tito to fly me to Puerto Rico
Staying late up with wifey, feel like I'm Danny Devito
If it ain't about the paper, my pager's right here, then Idaho
Vision is so kaleidoscope, and y'all are wack as fuck
Type to hit your wedding, tell your bride to back it up
Type to take the aux because your party fuckin' sucks
Leave at ten, my car won't start, so I'm back on the fuckin' bus
It saying
[Bridge]
Where you from, where you headed?
I talk my shit, I guess I never learned my lesson, but
It's no more 120 trips up the street
Ambaum is shaking, I can feel it under my feet
It saying
[Chorus]
Where you from, where you been at?
Who you with, where you stay at?
Where you going, and bring us with
From the concrete people talking, but I can't forget
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
[Verse 3]
Where you headed little younging?
Never told me where to go, but I was also running
No, they couldn't hold me back, couldn't lead me down that path
That the rest of 'em went -- no I never needed that
This one is for the Ave, this one is for the Boulevard
The pickup games, the wiffle bats, and ice cream dropped in grandma's yard
The friends we lost, the sins we made
The time that's gone, the lemonade
The fights we film, my MySpace page, and waking up on Christmas day -- I know
It won't always be the same
Won't always be a man on the corner slinging that roasted corn
Won't always be the kids laughing, stealing from corner stores
Won't always be my mom at the house saying, "there's room for more"
And I'm cool with that, I swear I am
I just hope they don't forget us when they tear it down
And make high-rise homes, and send us packing now
But I'm still laughing 'bout, 'member us blacking out?
'Member the little-league, ABCs, and MIPs?
Pleading with the officers like, "bruh, it's just a little weed"
Ambaum is where you took your first steps
Where they buried your brother
Where you thought you were next
It's what you call home
It's inside of your breath, inside of your heart
When there's nothing else left
When there's nothing else left
When there's nothing else left
What do you want?
[Verse 1]
Rap game, cat fish
They buy my shit, then see my pic like, "that's him?"
Disastrous, you on your last leg
I'm just getting started
Still a mine of gold, a heart of shit
Come up from the side
Probably seven deep in my ride, and it only seats like five
Bumping Lil B, who play -- huh
Chicken strips in the Shell station
Money calling, my phone shaking
Honey mustard, white-tee stain, and grabbing shit -- I'm so impatient
Break rules, fast people
Make moves, Max Keeble
Please get up off of my dick, bitch -- I'm past lethal
Stacks equal nothing, get the fuck up out my town
With my friends in my Dad's van
I hit the road and shut it down
And I'm known to be around
Clowning dudes like, "fuck you wearing?"
"You ain't been nowhere, you know no one, the goofy is apparent"
I been swinging for the fence
I ain't here to make no friends
I don't give a fuck, I'll slide into a fan's girl's DMs
Tylenol PM for the bullshit that they talking
They've been sleeping, bumping corny shit
I swear to God, I lost it
So, I went and made an album to show 'em that we got it
You don't like it, suck my dick, but I'm still sorta glad you found it
Uh-huh
[Chorus]
Where you from, where you been at?
Who you with, where you stay at?
Where you going, and bring us with
From the concrete people talking, but I can't forget
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
[Verse 2]
I've never seen a dollar off of being scared
I've never seen a problem with me being weird
I'm doing what I'm meant to do -- no question
My rocker dressed like I'm thugger, I just gotta keep 'em guessing
Bitch, I'm back up in this day pulling hella major pay
Killing is my business, and business is good -- I'm still the same
Little snot-nose vandals stealing Cosco samples
And I got no handles, losing every pickup game
Burritos, El Riconsito's
Supino's, the flow is bistro
I called up the homie Tito to fly me to Puerto Rico
Staying late up with wifey, feel like I'm Danny Devito
If it ain't about the paper, my pager's right here, then Idaho
Vision is so kaleidoscope, and y'all are wack as fuck
Type to hit your wedding, tell your bride to back it up
Type to take the aux because your party fuckin' sucks
Leave at ten, my car won't start, so I'm back on the fuckin' bus
It saying
[Bridge]
Where you from, where you headed?
I talk my shit, I guess I never learned my lesson, but
It's no more 120 trips up the street
Ambaum is shaking, I can feel it under my feet
It saying
[Chorus]
Where you from, where you been at?
Who you with, where you stay at?
Where you going, and bring us with
From the concrete people talking, but I can't forget
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
(where you from)
[Verse 3]
Where you headed little younging?
Never told me where to go, but I was also running
No, they couldn't hold me back, couldn't lead me down that path
That the rest of 'em went -- no I never needed that
This one is for the Ave, this one is for the Boulevard
The pickup games, the wiffle bats, and ice cream dropped in grandma's yard
The friends we lost, the sins we made
The time that's gone, the lemonade
The fights we film, my MySpace page, and waking up on Christmas day -- I know
It won't always be the same
Won't always be a man on the corner slinging that roasted corn
Won't always be the kids laughing, stealing from corner stores
Won't always be my mom at the house saying, "there's room for more"
And I'm cool with that, I swear I am
I just hope they don't forget us when they tear it down
And make high-rise homes, and send us packing now
But I'm still laughing 'bout, 'member us blacking out?
'Member the little-league, ABCs, and MIPs?
Pleading with the officers like, "bruh, it's just a little weed"
Ambaum is where you took your first steps
Where they buried your brother
Where you thought you were next
It's what you call home
It's inside of your breath, inside of your heart
When there's nothing else left
When there's nothing else left
When there's nothing else left