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"Brenda" is a track by Isaiah Rashad, from the album The Sun’s Tirade, released 2nd September 2016. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[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)
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