Samaritan lyrics

[Chorus: Noname]
Had a dollar and a dream in my pocket
Took a step to the left and start walkin'
Talkin' like, "How am I gon' get home tonight?
I left my bus card on the nightstand by the kitchen"
Samaritan, samaritan help me please
Samaritan, Samaritan, be good to me
Samaritan, Samaritan, be good to me

[Verse 1: Noname]
I met a wise man on the corner of an island in Thailand
A good man, he helped me with my finance
He told me my life span would span a lifetime of phone calls
And staplers and people to p*ss off
But I reminded him I barely could read
I graduated high school, happy I even got C's
'Cause the D's and F's was lookin' hella grimy
Baby sister smilin' at me, just happy to come behind me
Don't ask me what I look like in the darkness
Sit still for too long, your own bones become cathartic
Got me feelin' like I'm tall, dumb, and ugly
Make a home on the stage where all of the people love me
"She's so lovely, rappin' about her broken
Wearin her false lashes and hopin' she gettin' chosen
You a female rapper, don't rap about that sh*t
You s'posed to be a bad b*tch or at least a little confident"
[Chorus: Noname]
Had a dollar and a dream inside my pocket
Took a step to the left and start walkin'
Talkin' like, "How am I gon' get home tonight?
I left my bus car on the nightstand by the kitchen"
Samaritan, Samaritan, help me please
Samaritan, Samaritan, be good to me
Samaritan, Samaritan, be good to me

[Verse 2: Noname & Mick Jenkins]
Welcome to verse two, this where it gets sticky
The dollar I once had, had dream of a buck fifty
Even the money'll leave you for the money
Had the nerve to look at me and tell me I was hella bummy
Hella funny comin' from a n*gga with a homeless soul
See commercials how they out here sellin' broken dreams
Mild situations of escape, check the Oprah show
Couldn't fly out the hood with a boneless wing

[Verse 3: Mick Jenkins]
Back porch planning my campaign
Twistin' some sh*t and sippin' some sh*t
That bubble like champagne
Noses in the air for that dank sh*t
Pinkies in the air for that Hilary Swank sh*t
Million dollars a deal, make 'em tell 'em escape
That fact that he so chill about it, compel 'em to hate
The women that I court like appellants compel him to think that
I only do it, bad, like Blanket's dad
That's Michael Jackson, you sleepin', but how you sleep on that?
When I'm takin' n*ggas higher like it's tree on deck
And it's tree on deck, Canada Dry on the rocks, watch
The poetry started in coffee shops, I'm used to the grind
I could wait for the cream, it's no sugar in that
Not even strings attached, Gepetto could pull him an act
Competitors ruling out, I compel them to pull the facts
My resumé been faxed, ain't thinkin' gold until I'm Goldman Sachs
Until a n*gga records gettin' mad spins in your Culdesac
Don't distract, though the key to this is a preservation
I pray your prayers reaches elevation
Just see them snares as a symbol for the simple and it's sinful
Have a glass of ginger ale, it's a celebration
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