Window Seat

By Nick Grant

On ’88

Released on February 2, 2016

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[Intro]


[Verse 1: Nick Grant]

You never win without failure, that's such a genius motto

I'm from the bottom, I know the hustle and schemes that follow

I Need it now, niggas don't believe in tomorrow

Like a dead beat father's broken promise leaving you hollow

No sorrow

Celebrate, puff cigars, thin as bulimic models

I'm the new GOAT Sheep skin coats, no weed smoke

Me CEO, penthouse suites with key codes

Life is freaking me out, tell her proceed to deep throat

We forever legends, It's going to take blessings to stop us

I'm fucking above you niggas, like making love on top bunk

Put a shell in your noodle, cause all you niggas impostors

Nobody reporting live, but will follow you with the chopper

'Blaca blaca'I feel like 2Pac in GridLock'd, no options

Everybody's a baller, bitch your name ain't on the roster

If I take this peace sign, and I aim it at the coppers

Would they take me as a threat, or just lay me out unconscious?

Can't explain this to my mamma

No relation to [Assata]

But these women strong and black, they been this way since [Amana]

I ain't gangster, I ain't conscious

I'm just real, i'm just honest

We the people, so divided

Close you eagle, be open minded for love

If you itching baby, I can be your drug

Or your prince, minus the crying doves

Just let me know whats up

But if one things for sure, ain't no lust without us

How you feel when


[Hook]

The Whole wide world, we live in

Everyone knows you can't pretend

Like you don't see, all this light in me

So go and put me in the seat, by the window

Take me to a place where I can roam

Where I can be, I want to be free


[Verse 2: Nick Grant]

Single parent home, she so all alone

No father figure, cause papa was a Rolling Stone

Don't bother sending money, or even pick up a phone

Mother still at work, technically shes on her own (UGH)

On and on work the fingers to the bone

Fitting pieces to the puzzle, trying to reach a milestone

My how you've grown, as a Hustler looks on

All he's thinking is Sex lust

Things that don't perfect us

Mother died, suicide, tired of all that stress stuff

Every guy rejects her, other things depress her

So our responsibility is left up

To Baby girl, never let them take your world, hold up

She getting older now, got her diploma to

Said she followed her dreams, now she on a tube

But she would give it all away to see her mothers face

She had a baby girl, she takes her mothers place


[Hook]

The Whole wide world, we live in

Everyone knows you can't pretend

Like you don't see, all this light in me

So go and put me in the seat, by the window

Take me to a place where I can roam

Where I can be, I want to be free


[Outro]