Doesn't Really Matter (Sar B-Child Solo)

I'm old school baby Hanes doodoo staines at age 2

Then i grew tryna breakdance with no shoes

Head and back spins Lee did 'em on Beat Street

Thought I spun fast if I load up on hair grease

Pops gotta whooping, moms gotta cooking

Can't play Nintendo yesterday somebody took it

Looking out the window cuz I heard something

Naw it wasn't nothing just some neighborhood girls double dutching

Over heard moms wanna throw a lil function

Dailed up my uncles and aunts and all my cousins

Straighten up the house made room so we can gig

Drinks in the cooler more in the fridge

99 bottles in the trash already

Clear the the tray of wings and the pot of spaghetti

All that soda taking up my bladder

Head towards the bushes doesn't really matter

Now I'm sitting down super soaked in the flyest gear

Chilling outta town with my folks sipping hella beer

AirPlay smackers from from way back when

Like our folks use to do it sipping juice and gin

We're the cool kids with kids of our own

Do our 8 and skates looking beat coming home

When the weekend comes we get geeked

copped a new fit damn I sprung a leak

Spend an hour plus on the road in a rental

Boogie with my ppls up in Sacramento

Then we drive an hour down to the sno

Hit the fairgrounds

Cruise downtown hit Kockys for another round

Bring it back around to the days

When my moms had the crib hella lit most days

Grinding all week long gotta get those bills paid

Put the world on pause for your last 48