The Season / Carry Me - Anderson .Paak

My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town

(Until it's paid for)

Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round

(I hear it rain and pour)

How did you find me here? It must be perfect timing

(Forever grateful)

If I didn't love you then I damn sure love you now

(Fruit of your labor)

Say ain't shit change but the bank statements

Spent the summer in the rave with the beach babies

Threw your chula in the buggie

With the top down up the PCH

I'm heading north, I hope it doesn't rain

Went from playing community ball to balling with the majors

(Oh, what you major?)

Yeah nigga I ran bases, pitch flame

I call plays, remove labels

And fuck fame, that killed all my favourite entertainers

(Nothing short of amazing, ooh yeah)

But I'm short on my patience

See, I don't play that shit, I don't ever forget

And don't forget that dot, nigga you paid for it

I spent years being called out my name

Living under my greatness

But what don't kill me is motivation

My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town

(Until it's paid for)

Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round

(I hear it rain and pour)

How did you find me here? It must be perfect timing

(Forever grateful)

If I didn't love you then I damn sure love you now

(Fruit of your labor)

: Carry Me

Six years old I tried my first pair of Jordans on

(Momma can you carry me?)

It was late in the fall I caught a glimpse of my first love, my god

(Momma can you carry me?)

Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord

Why they had to take my ma?

(Momma can you carry me?)

To the early morn

(Momma can you carry me?)

To the early morning

(Momma can you carry me?)

Hey, hey, hey, gather ‘round hustlers

That is if you're still living

And get on down before the judge give the sentence

A few more rounds before the feds come and get you

Is you gonna smile when your date gets issued

You know them feds taking pictures

Your mom's in prison, your father need a new kidney

You family's splitting, rivalries between siblings

If cash ain't king it's damn sure the incentive

And good riddance

Q: Is the element of danger an important factor for the members of your peer group?

A: Yes, you might say that. Why don't you give it a try and find out for yourself?

‘Bout the year Drizzy and Cole dropped

Before K.Dot had it locked

I was sleeping on the floor, newborn baby boy

Tryna get my money pot so wifey wouldn't get deported

Cursing the heavens, falling out of orbit

Tryna roll this seven, tryna up my portion

What about your goals? What about your leverage?

So they don't force you into some hole

What's the meaning of my fortune meeting?

When I crack the cookie all it said was "keep dreaming"

When I look at my tree, I see leaves missing

Generations of harsh living and addiction

I came to visit during the seven year stint

But they wouldn't let me in because my license suspended

Now I'm scraping the pennies just to kiss you on your cheek

It's gonna be a couple weeks before I get it

I know you miss me

Six years old I tried my first pair of Jordans on

(Momma can you carry me?)

It was late in the fall I caught a glimpse of my first love, my god

(Momma can you carry me?)

Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord

Why they had to take my ma?

(Momma can you carry me?)

To the early morn

(Momma can you carry me?)

To the early morning

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

Yeah, oh, oh, oh

And one of these is my rise

One of these is my downfall

And I'm the one to make it right

I wanna make it right

And one of these is my rise

One of these is my downfall

And I'm the one to make it right

I wanna make it right

I wanna make it right

I wanna make it right

(Momma can you carry me?)

To the early morning

(Momma can you carry me?)

To the early morning

(Momma can you carry me?)

Oh lord

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

(Momma can you carry me?)

Psychologist: I see here they call you a masochist

Leroy the Masochist: I like pain

Psychologist: Can you be specific? What kind of pain do you like?

Leroy the Masochist: Any kind of pain