Nowalaters - The Coup

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Hey, hey!

Well if you thrust, eventually you gonna gush

And I’m implying I ain’t had no business crying

'Cause we used the rubber twice

And we knew that shit was dying to bust

Well, we was only seventeen

But you was older in between

And in my fresh Adidas kicks

I used to come more clean than Jeru jerkin' off in a can of chlorine

Sophisticated with the game I was spittin' in

A nymphomaniac but which lacked discipline

Or experience, feet on my chest when I was put to the test

You said «goddamn nigga, that ain’t how ya get it in»

Dashboards for leverage, tall cans for beverage

The weed can make you courageous

Make a Honda Civic seem so spacious

Make five minutes seem like ages, anyway

You smell like Care-Free Curl and Nowalaters, baby

Said you like high-top fades

And Jesse Johnson’s «Crazay»

Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy

Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m still campaigning

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Hey, hey!

The lake don’t smell so bad, now do it?

Don’t trip off your hair, baby;

just re-glue it

The windows is fogged up, can’t nobody view it

Put down the O-E and turn up the Howard Hewett

In some months we had things to discuss

Like how we blew it, we got amniotic fluid

And a baby floatin' though it

Hey, imagine if it look like us

It was way up in the vaginary

And I’ma love my kids whether real or imaginary

Quit school, work for the parents at the mall next to FashionBerry

Operation cash and carry

Manual labor from six to noon

Making six doubloons, got a baby that’s fixed to bloom

And he we fixin' to groom, plus grits the spoon

So let me twist the plume

We inhale and emit the fumes

You smell like Care-Free Curl and Nowalaters, baby

Said you like high-top fades

And Jesse Johnson’s «Crazay»

Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy

Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m still campaigning

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Hey, hey!

I was composed, I didn’t even crack a frown

I was supposed to let my pants fall down

And show my ass when I found

Out the baby was four months early and around ten pounds

I heard a lot of bad things about teenage mothers

From those who don’t really give a fuck about life

They say «it ain’t so much that they startin' out younger

It’s just they supposed to be more like a wife»

Meaning you ain’t shit without a man to guide you

If your mama tried to feed you that, she lied too

Fate can grab any motherfucker that ride through

If jobs are applied to, knots can get tied too

Plus I know that you must have been scared

It made it easy when the feelings were shared

Flashbacks are 20/20

I know you wasn’t for the dollars 'cause you knew I had funny money

Yelling all loud like I’ma tear the whole hood up

You said leave 'cause the real daddy stood up

He said I was a mark for believing in you

Now it’s more that I’m seeing is true

There’s a few things I’d like to say in this letter

Like I wish I would’ve seen him grow

And ask my wife, I learned to fuck much better

And thank you for letting me go

Yeah, thank you for letting me go

For real, thank you for letting me go

You smell like Care-Free Curl and Nowalaters, baby

Said you like high-top fades

And Jesse Johnson’s «Crazay»

Seventeen, all on you like chicken and some gravy

Learned a lot, thank you much today I’m still campaigning

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Oh, baby

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey