Video Averys Interlude de Kota The Friend 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Kota The Friend - Averys Interlude Lyrics

[Verse]
They don't even know the half
Just so they could eat, you was scraping up your last
And you was feeling down, but that smile was the mask
And you put all your energy in tryna get this cash, yeah
Naked in the middle of the street while they stoned you
All that fucking pain, just want someone to hold you
Strangers tryna tell you who you are as if they know you
I'm open with my scars, if you listen, I can show you
Cold, cold world for the Black man
Tryna be a dad through resistance
All you hear is, "This nigga ain't never taking care of his kids"
Why don't you listen to the story of somebody that is?
And don't nobody really give a fuck what you need, you a man
Don't nobody think that you bleed, it's off brand
I envy women 'cause I feel like y'all can cry so quick
And I just wanna do the same, but my eyes don't drip
I wanna cry like rivers and the Nile like
Telling you what I like, telling you what I'm like
What my inner child like, what my inner sky like
When I wasn't vocal, what was happening in my life?
But my pain ain't real, I'm only good enough to pay her bills
I'm on this track to display my feels
She told me straight to my face I am only a bank
I seen all they true colors, Heaven, show me the way
And so today
I'm finna do everything that I love and spend the day with my son
And fly us out to the West, I got a crib on a beach
Don't hit me about a check, don't hit me about a fee
We kicking it at the spa, got "Summerhouse" on repeat
I'm smiling at baby boy, he smiling right back at me
I really don't give a fuck if it is taking my piece
Not sitting here to be judged, don't point your finger at me
But point it at yourself, bitch
This season, I've been feeling hella fucking selfish
Hella fucking savage
Heli-fucking-copter take us out to Catalina
I be dancing 'round the world like a fucking ballerina
You was Tweeting "Fuck Kota," I was out in Pasadena
Doing yoga in a park 'til I had to feed the meter
I'm confessing like a sinner, don't mistake me for a preacher
Get my own damn flowers, make a promise, I'ma be my peace