Boy Hood

Album: We Are (2021)
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  • Like, you, he seen come along way
    Like, he seen you come along
    Like, boy, I see you
    You shinning like new money
    Shine like new money
    You doing good for yourself, huh?
    I'm proud of you, boy
    But, that's the energy you know?

    Candy cane
    Jump rope
    Cornbread and pig lip
    Hot fries
    Holy water
    Superdome cheese dip (that's right)
    Perched on da fence (uh huh)
    Po'boys in da yard
    Don't mess with my rug
    Or my season salt, boy

    I know where he be, know where he come from
    Hot boy, taking over for the twenty-two thousands
    Uh, na na, na na, No Limit soldier
    Home is where the heart stay
    Where the Pelicans and the Saints play
    The eagle land on Frenchmen
    And the sparrow land on Sunday (I know he watching over me)

    When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends (wouldn't give me ends)
    Grandma was a ATM (was a ATM)
    Buying bubble gum and M&M's (M&M's)
    I just had to rot my teeth out
    Basketball under the treehouse
    Too short to catch a rebound
    Maybe that wasn't my callin'
    But you could still see me ballin'

    (See me ba-ball)
    You could still see me ballin'
    (See me ba-ball)
    From New York down to New Orleans
    (See me ba-ball)
    Could still see me ballin'
    (See me ba-ball)
    You could still see (yeah, yeah, yeah)

    Popeyes when they had that red white and blue bag
    Puttin' on that Sportin' Waves underneath my durag
    If yo' line pushed back, or your shoes dirty
    Don't come around here, best stay home, heard me?
    It's the time of dem naturals, Priestly, Satchel
    Bayou Maharajahs, Nat King and Satchmo
    If you see him then and even if you see him now
    It's the same Jon Jon
    With that same gold crown, you heard me?

    When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends (wouldn't give me ends)
    Grandma was a ATM (was a ATM)
    Buying bubble gum and M&M's (M&M's)
    I just had to rot my teeth out
    Basketball under the treehouse
    Too short to catch a rebound
    Maybe that wasn't my callin'
    But you could still see me ballin'

    (See me ba-ball)
    You could still see me ballin'
    (See me ba-ball)
    New York down to New Orleans
    (See me ba-ball)
    Could still see me ballin' (yeah)
    (See me ba-ball)
    You could still see (go ahead P.J.)

    I can still remember the mornings (yeah, yeah)
    Breakfast cooking, half asleep and still yawnin'
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    It's time for Zulu so we better get goin'
    No place like New Orleans, yeah
    Ayy, I said I'm far from home but I always represent, yeah, huh
    I thought I had so much time, I don't know where it went
    But now that I'm grown I know what it all meant, ayy
    No place like New Orleans, yeah, yeah

    (Trombone Shorty and them boys)
    (Haha)

    You could still see me ballin'
    You could still see me ballin'
    You could still see me ballin' Writer/s: Jahaan Sweet, Jonathan Batiste, Paul Morton, Sunny Levine, Troy Andrews
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sentric Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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