Текст песни: Never, Suburban Boy Blues + перевод

Aye, never was I the elite

Never stood out in these skreets

Never involved in no beef

Never could speak

How I ever felt about girl

Always bright comic sans to the beach

And I never been weak

Never heard so I never speak

Never had a dedicated team

And I never been for me

Never been all that I could be

Never had a show overseas

And I never been a G

Never really cared about sneaks

Never kept my feelings discreet

Never loved the police

Never had an ideal physique

Never took things for what they seem

'Cause I’m always thinking deep

Always chasing dreams never sleep

Never followed ways of the sheep

But I never been cheap

Never did I want to pay a fee

And I always did favors for free and never could be

Shoutout to the goofy lookin' kids that grew up to be semi-aiight

Never been the coolest, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Never been the cutest, cutest, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Slow down, P-Funk is back

I see a whole lot of folks running 'round with my old style

It’s cool I don’t want it back

I let 'em hold that

But remember it’s still me like a pronoun

My style is profound they want to hear me rap

But I rather take a nap 'cause I’m boring and I’m old now

And I’m in control now, I stopped chasing cool

When I seen the popular kids after graduating school

But that’s none of my business (sips tea)

Arts and raps and all things intrinsic

I can’t believe I had the remedy in me all along

My mind imploded hoping to blow up like atomic bombs

Ironic gotta break fast like Ramadan

When I’m feeling saucy I might hit a couple Comic-Cons

Just to flex, shy IRL social butterfly in texts

Leave a message, cause I

Never been the coolest, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Never been the cutest, cutest, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Never been the fastest, fastest, fastest, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

I pick my nose freely, at times I shower weekly

P-B is for the kids like O-DB

I’m Chief Keef meets Kool Keith and Keith Haring

I’m less OG Bobby Johnson more Bobby McFerrin

It’s the comic book copper

Anime watcher, illustrator, animator, rapper, producer, and doctor?

I’m like J. Dilla meets the Gorillaz

Hella bars meets Hannah Barbera, aye

It fell in our laps, when I’m hap I spell in all caps

Got me state caps locked I’m telling all facts, get it

Leading blacks to the promised land like a black reverand

Severly anti-social but leave tracks severed, then desert it

Act like it’s no concern, back out 'fore I’m observed

Extorverted, introvert rap verses

How you gonna be flawed but act perfect?

How you cool on the web but you wack in person?

That’s why I

Never been the coolest, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

Never been the cutest, cutest, nigga, nigga

Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

«What if America loved black people like they love black culture?»

— Toniesha Renee

Here’s a story 'bout your life

And if you could live it right

It’s an ordinary day

It could all be taken away

I remember the first time I got called nigga, it was on the bus

José thought he was being tough, I snuffed him

I was 98 pounds so it didn’t budge him but fuck him

Been in Ohio for a month see that was my introduction

You should know, y’all showed me that being black ain’t beautiful

I grew to hate summer 'cause I would get darker than usual

My brother would call me «chabon,» white kids called us Sambo

Don’t show «Roots» in school, that gives these little goobs they ammo

It made me hate my self, see I was stuck trying to fit in

Believe it or not growing up I ain’t notice that I was different

I started denying my black looking at white for acceptance

I started to find out what I is and what I isn’t

See I’m a young black intellect, a king-like silhouette

I walk like a man and all I demand is respect

See now the kids that might’ve played me, play me in they decks

Without a pause for every cause there is effects

Without applause I did it all for kids to rep, they true identity with serenity

For all them kids on Monroe, with no Kennedy (Leaders you know?)

Just follow these rhythms endlessly

The second time I got called nigga

It was online by this kid that was in my class, I played it cool

'Cause I ain’t want him thinking that I was mad

He was smaller, i ain’t have the heart to kick someones ass

Teachers called me homie, girls touching my hair

Fucking thinking it’s funny accusing me of whatever was stolen at the house

party

We seen as criminals early

But little do y’all know me and my niggas did nothing to nobody

In the afternoons I’d burn my CD, then ride in the city

With T-Mac, Spyd, Beezy, and City

Keeping busy while minding our busi-

Bumping bleezy, that’s me but, I digress — we took it easy

Early memories of riding round feeling black and proud

I made sure they kept the weed at home, but we was bumping loud, get it?

Next thing I know City rolls with window down this dude said «Turn the music

down»

Yeah I do remember that

I don’t think they came at me and T-Mac

(Aye turn the music down)

Pedro, fear of dogs

That didn’t happen but — dogophobe

(Turn that fucking music down!)

Aye hold up, excuse me man, like — what’s the problem dude?

Here’s a story 'bout your life

And if you could live it right

It’s an ordinary day

It could all be taken away