Lotta Years

[Verse 1] The kid that work down at the local Baskin-Robbins Got a tattoo of a lipstick print attached above his collar I watched him relocating pistachio to a waffle Thinking I had lost the plot if not the passion for the novel He asked me what I wanted, I ordered something daft He said he liked the tattoo Alex drew me of the bats Thanks; I like it too but modestly confess In present company, my coloring is not the main event Look at that neck The message is immediate, the guy effs chicks I spent a lot of years making friends with cool artists So when they drew me tattoos I could truly feel important Now some 22 year old inside a cube of brick and mortar Got me questioning my morals and their corny pecking order I should give a shit less Cherry-No; Whip-Yes [Hook] Lotta years Uh, lotta years [Verse 2] The girl that work down at the local juice place Got a head full of dreadlocks down to her waist I watched her add the spinach to the ginger to the grapes My hair was underwhelming, my juice was fucking great Some lady orders Maca, compliments the locks She asked how many years it took the girl to grow the crop "It took a lot of years and then eventually I cut 'em, kept 'em Reattach 'em anytime I want 'em" My mind's fucking blown The future is amazing, I feel so fucking old I bet you clone your pets and ride a hover-board to work I used a folding map to find the juice place in the first These kids are running wild, I'm still recovering from church You should have seen me in the 90s, I could ollie up a curb You should have seen me in the 80s I was bumping New Edition, dragging acne into Hades [Hook] Lotta years Naw mean? Lotta years