The Vent - Chaz French

Basquiat, It’s the same old shit

It’s the same old shit

It’s the same old same old

Basquiat, It’s the same old shit

It’s the same old shit

It’s the same old same old

Yall can keep the bitches I just want the millions

Old rapping ass nigga been doin' it for a minute

Say hello to black pilgrims

Say hello to the land where you get away with murder

When it come to the black children

These niggas ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real

These niggas ain’t trying to hear ya, mm

Profiling cause of my appearence so

I stopped giving a fuck and start giving them a reason

Not to give one neither

We started living it up, told them don’t come to my decisions

If you don’t understand my reasons

Had to drop out of school, momma don’t love me no mo'

No money for food, ain’t got a place to call home

Still making it look good

Now everybody know me and eddie Van Gogh like theo my bro

Turn my back to the suckerpunch

All my childhood memories can I breathe

Papa left me waiting by the door a hundred times

Been over ten years still can’t get it right

I know wouldn’t shy, mama cry mama die

Mama sigh, mama say «we gone be alright»

So I need more white bitches for the dark nights

And I need more middle fingers to the police

My whole life I been tryna live that Hov life

That get money make em think you sold your soul life

But fell accustomed to sleepin' on the floor life

That’s why we stay high for the lowlights

And look forward to being blinded by the strobe lights

I hope my head don’t get too big for the jumbotron

HMM, don’t get too big big for the jumbotron

I hope my head don’t get too big for the jumbotron Ahhhh!

I’m drunk as fuck all the the time

I’ll piss on your stylist and your clothing line

Real nigga just basking in the ambiance

I’ll shit on your mom and your entourage

Don’t get too big for the jumbotron

Don’t get too big for the jumbotron

I hope my head don’t get too big for the jumbotron

Jumbotron jumbo-jumbotron AAAHHHHHHHHH!