Push! - Memoirs Of Kiesha lyrics

rate me

For memories of Keisha

Remember fucking Lisa

Remember getting at ones

At pointing at the bleachers

Remember going to the car show every Easter

Or being fresh to death

So my cap to my sneakers

My heart’s in the freezer

I’m giving you my memoirs

All the ups and downs of a high school gym star

Make you understand why I rocket up a gym star

Tell you it’s the pain for working on your game

Practicing for years hoping that soon you’ll make a change

But it all stay the same

Your best wasn’t enough

The road you took was tough

When you feeling like giving up

Ready to live it up

But your mama a house

...are running out and they look at you like a slope

Ouch for every LeBronx so honey let you cooks

Little that they know, little that they know

Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before

And little do they know, the little that I show

Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told

Little that they know, little that they know

Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before

And little do they know, the little that I show

Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told

Little do they know how much I have in store

All the pain I don’t put, I should be selling out in stores

But instead of a 2, I’m strapping off a woo

Before child to ignore is knocking at my door

Niggers still wanna roll and I’m still surprised

And I’m glued to the floor and I wanna be lying

My bitches want more time but I’m still grinding

Trying to pay my bills, but bitches still think I’m lying

And I swear to God I’m trying to get up with a hump

I knew you for a while, can’t expect me to open up

My girlfriend a ...year, left me without a care

And me losing my soul again is one of my biggest fears

You say I’m very distant, very inconsistent

Bitch, stop talking and put more effort in your listening

Shit my bad! I’m dark going cause I’m heartbroken

Shit at least out effort all open

Little that they know, little that they know

Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before

And little do they know, the little that I show

Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told

Little that they know, little that they know

Not really telling nothing bout the man I was before

And little do they know, the little that I show

Them are probably telling more than anybody’s ever told’em

A couple dollars to my name, heart full of pain

And I’m doing all I can to stray sane

And I ain’t wanna take a plane

I gotta do my thing

Nigger just try to maintain

A couple dollars to my name, heart full of pain

And I’m doing all I can to stray sane

And I ain’t wanna take a plane

I gotta do my thing

Nigger just try to maintain

Nigger!