...for the Kids
Title | ...for the Kids |
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Artist | Daymeus |
Album | You’ve Heard Worse |
Release Date | 2018-04-27 |
Description | So this was the first time people really heard my music and I wanted to introduce myself but in a more unique way. When I thought of the adoption concept I knew I wanted the whole thing to be hybrid between skit and music, jumping in and out of the two. The “kids” are essentially my audience, or anyone listening. |
Lyrics | [Intro: Skit] Sarah: Okay kids, listen up. This guy could be the one. Remember what I told you: polite and proper Blake: What if he's weird! Kara: What if he doesn't like us? Blake: I'm not gonna call him dad. I'm not gonna call him anything actually Sarah: Okay, you're gonna call him by his name, which is Daymeus. He's a nice, caring guy. You don't have to call him dad, just behave. First impressions are everything... I'm gonna knock now Blake: What if he's weird, like 3 eyes and no hands? Kara: This place a little small for 3 people... Sarah: Shh, here he comes Daymeus: Hey guys Sarah: Hey Daymeus, I'm Sarah Daymeus: Hi, nice to finally meet you. Hello Blake. Hello Kira Sarah: Well go on, say hi Blake: Her names Kara. Not Kira Kara: Hello! Daymeus: Sorry... Sarah: Here's their bags, I've actually gotta run. I've got another appointment to get to if that's cool with you Daymeus: Yeah go on, we're good here Lady: Okay, Blake, Kara, I wish you both the best. I know you're in good hands. Thanks so much Daymeus, we'll speak soon Daymeus: Bye... So... I guess I'm your new foster dad Blake: Yeah... we'll see about that, pops Daymeus: Okay... Blake: We don't even know you. you could be a child molester for all we know Kara: —Child molester! Daymeus: Wow, okay. Please don't yell that. I'm not, but I guess I could tell you guys a bit about myself... if that would make you feel more comfortable Blake: We're listening. Papa Daymeus: Okay... [Verse 1] I come from a little city where it's not real Common to hear a gat crack a crack deal In my youth I would steal what I couldn't afford And vandalize what other folks could, so feelin' Rebellious, a little hellion hella bent on competin' Matured quick into rap's reprehensible demon I'm meanin' to deal with me is to noose whatever soul you previously had But that's neither here nor there In school I was the kid, no cares, just jests I gave a fuck less—no, fuck-less Never fucked, was fuckin' invisible— [Skit] Blake: Can you not swear so much? Kara's 8 you know Kara: 8 and a half! Blake: Don't you know any other words? Daymeus: Y-Yeah... O-okay, yeah, shi—my—I'm sorr— Blake: Carry on [Verse 1] I had an issue with authority And a problem with not bein' in control I'd blurt outta turn in slurs and slang and curse like—fauna A dog who chewed his chain till it broke (ruh roh) I learned to slip under the radar as I grew, though So puto's left me the heck alone (Kara: What's a puto?) Then I got pushed and stepped on for bein' a bit quiet Little did they know that I made roasts behind (where?) Closed doors since 3rd grade Mind flightless, but a bird brain Never knew I would turn that egg to this Since I'm Scooby Dum's pen, right? Now they a slave to my cranium, got a master mind Now where my friends from those grades? It's like a search and find, I'll bet one foots in their graves Okay, I'm glad that I waited till now to complain You could say this is my aged wine [Skit] Blake: What are you—are you just showing how intlegent you are? Daymeus: Intlegent? Kara: I didn't understand like 90% of that Blake: That's just cause he's just showing off. Ooh smart guy Kara: Adult words, ooh Blake: Can you... focus? Daymeus: O-okay... [Verse 1] Right out my senior year, was lost on what I wanted (yeah) I started dating this chick and I swore she was the one (nah) But after roughly 2 and a half years of on and off And doing nothing at all, we fell apart Splittin' my heart in pieces And I had walked out my job, too, like a month before So I sat alone in my room, in the dark, for weeks 20 years old, feelin' weak I couldn't eat, neglected friends, tweakin' beats Stuck in my head I... I wanted to be dead And my cousin lived out in Cali The place I'd planned on movin' in a year to be a writer My fam had planted thoughts of me in a flight They could see the signs, I ain't sleep at night I needed to leave Toledo behind and I did Thanks to Rob and Blaize and mom and dad Now here I am... Sorta [Skit] Blake: Wow... Do you mind if Kara and I go talk things over? Daymeus: Uh... Yeah. Go for it Blake: What do you think? Kara: I don't know. That was really dark Blake: Yeah. He seems kinda cold... And inappropriate Kara: I still don't know what a puto is Blake: I don't know... He does seem like he cares though Kara: Yeah Blake: Okay. We have a question Kara Day-me-us! Damius: O-okay Blake: Why do you want us? Damius: Fair question... Well... [Verse 2] Been dragged through so much dirt (dirt) Yet I'm here, still, speakin', standin' (yeah) And I got some tale to tell y'all I worked 8 years to become the man that y'all need On the real though, I need you Cause I can vent to you You can censor heat I don't need You just make me be this dude I respect That I try to best You gotta see, I ain't much, yo But if you let me, flow could lobotomize, contort minds Y'all advise while I yack the insides outta mine I'll take my time (yeah) And you can take my time (take it) Here it is (here! yeah!) Ever feel I fell off (off) Take me back to this moment I'll hold my tongue in my throat (throat) Remindin' there ain't no threat that I pose (pose) I'm here solely to free my soul, see Rest of the kicks, they cost me So much, for y'all I went 4 G's in debt Never bet that my budget would go so up I woulda done anything for ya Monarchy's in my gut I'm all for the rules, f— yeah Lemme unload my mistakes (yeah) And you can take all of the lessons and let me hang on to the pain (yeah) It's more of a curse than a blessin' I'm bettin' you gettin' so restless, I am relentless Somebody pull up my hand cause the pencils Stuck on the page while I'm stuck on the fen— [Skit] Blake: —Look. We're gonna leave. It was really nice meeting you Daymeus: Oh... yeah, okay. I mean I don't want you to stay if you don't want to Kara: You tried too hard . Just like the rest Daymeus: Oh... um... Blake: See ya later Kara: Bye Daymeus! Daymeus: Wait, what about the lady that brought—oh... fuck... [Chorus] How can I make things worse? Words bleed through teeth, leveling Some hurt, someone please call me Help, ease these words bleeding in attempt to remedy meYou might also like |