Brenda

[Intro]

Ugh, um, yeah, uh-huh

Um, yeah, um, this a— room

[Refrain]

I got two cigarettes to my last name

I clock in for the check, but I don't wanna go

(Yeah, yeah)

I got two cigarettes to my last name

I clock in for the check, but I don't wanna go

[Chorus]

She said, "You

You can't save 'em all"

She said, "You" (You, you, you)

"You can't save 'em all"

She said, "You" (You, you, you)

"You can't save 'em all" (You)

Yeah, look (You, ooh)

[Verse 1]

I mix a gallon of the gallon in a gallon of that

And down it in your Nissan for the memory

For the energy (Ayy), for the Tennessee

Fam call work, off work, just to visit me

I bought an ounce just to fuck with you (Ooh)

He don't take no handouts, he don't take no handouts

Remember what my poppa told me

Remember what my poppa told me: "Trust inward"

Trust in you, my N-word, my friend of

Last of the divine livin', so timid, all on us, doggone it

They would laugh at the small moments, then call on us, but

Like, who had you on your bad days? Huh

Who dropped you at that bitch house?

Like, like back when we was little

I was just an instrumental

Now I'm Malcolm in a million

We talked about a billion, we talked about our feelings

We kept it more than realest

And look at how the path can, took it for the rap fam

Would you give your all to the world, the word, word, and left hurt?

Shit, and what's worse

She too tired to talk lately, your thumbs hurt

We miss love and sex, Bridget, your son's birth

Twenty-one hurts, in court by twenty-four

Boy (Killer, killer)

[Chorus]

"You can't save 'em all" (Nigga, ooh)

She said, "You" (You, you, you)

"You, you can't save 'em all"

She said, "You, you" (You, you, you)

"You, you can't save 'em all" (Oh, ah, yeah, yeah)

She said, "You" (You, you, you)

"You can't save 'em all"

Yeah, look

[Verse 2]

Alright, piss-test living, fuck that shit

Fuck— Fuck call centers

Fuck, is this really growing up, my nigga?

Tax on your motherfucking nuts, my nigga

$10.25—what the fuck can a nigga do with $10.25?

Plus your weed habit, plus my weed habit, and your weed habit?

For free giving, we living, where the weed at?

And two kids; mix that Boosie with that boom-bap

You rap like you need money, like you don't love this

My shit shoot up your jury before you judge this

Pull out, lick on my dick, it like, "Ain't it gorgeous?"

For those that can't afford this

It be like, "I got, I got

I got my own world, I got my own mind"

Daydreaming for a lunch break

For my son's sake, on the run for the funds' sake

[Refrain]

I clock in for the check, but I don't wanna go, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

It ain't that hard

I got two cigarettes to my last name

I clock in for the check, but I don't wanna go

Yeah (And it ain't that hard, I got)

"You

You can't save em all" (You, ooh, ooh)