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You Can Come Over

Brandy Clark

Big Day in a Small Town [LP]

2016

You can come over
You can sit on the back porch
We can take a walk
When it gets colder
You can climb in my car
Yeah, we can talk
Sit up all

Ayy, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here, man
R.I.P. them niggas, haan

Used to ride the front of the bus now I'm in the back

Back when Moi and T had a Porsche
We smoking joints on the porch

Heaven sent, by the sound of your voice
Knock knock, thinking who's at the door

on the ave
Hoppin' out the DBS, gеttin' to the bag
If you gettin' in my way then
I'm gеttin' to the mag (You know)
True story (Yeah) it's too gory (Yeah)

truths among us
Existence on Earth is much too fleeting
Our spirits are much too free and
Our bodies that hold them much too curious
And on the back porch

just rolled with it
She's deluded, fooled by the crook
Don't want no "Told you so's" from her girls
So she makes up stories
But wakes up horrid
By

a damn bout my strategy

Hmmm
You know what
Just for ha ha's
I want to relive this story again

Back from the top
This was the plot
Born in warren
Half

And they said hang a left and 66 will take you west 

But as the years went by her life spun back around 
He’s on the knee the last one never found 
And so

yaw)
Can’t take back the fake
It’s a final sale (uh huh)
Ain’t no fuckin weigh
Better find a scale
Back story used to rap
Back wit’ Matt and Cory
After

spent alone on my back porch
Just one light bulb and the stars watching over
You don’t know what you do to me
I’m in love with your melody
So sing it

that porch
Low income living, stuck in the trenches by force
Life come with ups and downs, but it's best to stay the course

When you're back against

took the wrong route

Jumped off the porch and ran into a man
Hmm, we'll call him Billy
See, Billy had gold chains
A nice car and his bike did wheelies

fast
And Wax could rap in circles
Collecting coins in her pocket to
Purchase her own journal
Writing rhymes in stories
Blasting Meteora out loud
Feeling

up off the porch and pushed the gas I still ain’t get a ticket (I still ain’t)

Swear this life shit get so tragic make it out bet I won’t miss it

we’d sit on the porch and play while Wilma, Marshall and Wanda May told stories about times from way back when
Army men and lego blocks, hot wheels in

Scammed Scammed 

My life story's pretty bland 
Heart got stolen then she ran 
I'm not giving her another chance 
I've been feeling this way, for

Yeh
Alright
Please don't call me low energy
Eh

Some days I just wanna sip sweet tea on the back porch
I think some'a y'all have forgot what

bright
Turn on de porch light
ch could see him on de camera 
Run out with ah shout cuff him in he mouth
ch confront by de front door
cnd dat is how we

nigga
No we ain't playing about this Motherfuckin shit
NAW
Let me tell you a story, about this Lil Chick, she was out here scheming, Think of was to get

pocketing
Adderall she stuck in college
Story's connect but it end with a period
Why would you lie when that shit not that serious
Evident evidence questions

sound like some sugaree 
complications of surfacing walking 
around, our boots on, and take em  
off, and put em in a row on the  
porch, then shell some

fucking the hood while I was planning to grow
Bring me back to them days we used to sit on yo porch
Watch the gangstas and fiends walking around wit no hope

took the time to call and talk to my dad, but
Now the mack back and the love story over, i'm 
In the club thuggin' wit my niggas blowin' dosha, don't

This one of those ya heard me
Them real ones ona real ya heard me
Back against the wall, I know the whole world against me
You ain't walkin' in these