[Intro: Raphael Saadiq & Black Milk]
(Wish that I...)
(Wish that I...)
(Wish that I...)
Yeah, wish that I...
[Verse 1: Black Milk]
(Wish that I...) Yeah
Didn't have to wish at all
But life hits you hard, back against the wall (Wall)
Ain't no wishing on a star
We was adolescents, wishing for foreign cars
To roll through the gutter like bowling balls, just showing off
(Slow down, slow down)
Could slow down this fast life, handles on the brakes
Perfectly trying to handle your mistakes, same (Same)
Wishing with no candles, no cake, flame
(Wish that I...) Had stress relieved
Wish the loved ones that was lost
Had more breaths to breathe
Wish we didn't speak another
Have to utter another "rеst in peace," nah
(Wish that I...) Wish that I...
Have to bе the one
To always keep it together, like stitches
My shoulders where my chip is
My soul's where I go for riches
'Cause ain't no genie in a bottle taking wishes
[Interlude: Raphael Saadiq, Black Milk & Phonte]
(Wish that I...)
Wish that I...
New Tigallo, New Tigallo, New Tigallo
[Verse 2: Phonte]
Yo, I was 6 years old, she was a neighbor
Who said "Come here and do me a favor"
A kiss I gave her
Lips filled with the artificial flavors
Of candy that we shared
Cherry Now and Laters made our tongues red
But so many things went unsaid
'Cause if my mama found out, she would annihilate us
Confused and aroused by her misbehavior
No one to talk, nowhere to turn, so I put pen to paper
How can a bad touch feel good?
How do we make amends when we use one another?
Call me a friend, then abuse one another
Not powerless, the cowardice of you motherfuckers
To leave me all alone with new feelings I'm confronted with
Was mindin' my own and I ain't ask for none of this
But, with some acknowledgement, I coulda got in front of it
To keep my wife and kids from bearing the brunt of it
There's gotta be a path to healing and revealing
All the feelings of shame that's been dividing me in half
Anxiety on overdrive, reminders of the past
I'm "shook, scared to look," word to Prodigy and Hav
All I wanted was my people to be proud of me and ask
Every once in a while, "How you doing?," for some follow through
Tried to close the door on my emotions
But loneliness is not the same as solitude
Wish that I could talk to the younger me
To tell him that I'm proud
And that he is allowed to express everything he's feeling underneath
The joy and the pain is part of the game
And you shoulda been protected, but part of me regrets
Pushing you to the limit, 'cause you gotta be the best
Went from left for dead on the mausoleum floor
To being celebrated on the colosseum steps
No fear, I am here to emancipate you
Be sure to stop and smell the sassafras on your way to MasterClass
For all the times you prayed to God
Hoping "this too shall pass," like Babe Ruth
20 years, still here, it's not a fad or a fetish
40 bars in, now it's hopefully embedded
Any nigga wanna test, he gon' woefully regret it
I'm Pastor Tigallo, don't you ever fucking forget it, nigga
[Outro: Raphael Saadiq, Black Milk & Both]
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Wish that I... (Yeah!)
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