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• Artiste: Token (Rap)
• Titre: I'm Your Baby
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Internet trolls raised me, ads raised me Nickelodeon raised me, Dan raised me Superbad, American Pie, Hollywood Signs Triple X search raised me, I'm your baby Mom left my dad and never talked to a man again Just to paint a picture how the marriage went And that's just what I thought what every marriage was I still would call it love, but I never saw them touch And I know it wasn't sex, I only seen them kiss once But married for twenty plus When I was young, if it was nudity in movies Momma put some anger to it Little did she know that I wasn't a stranger to it Internet trolls raised me, ads raised me Nickelodeon raised me, Dan raised me Superbad, American Pie, Hollywood Signs Triple X search raised me, I'm your baby I was infatuated with sex when I was six Mom blamed it on the music, so CDs were edited But it wasn't the CDs, the privacy intrigued me You look when they say, "Don't look" So I was eight, scribblin' pictures of a naked body 'Til the teacher found my notebook She had to make sure my home's good So I was put in therapy Imagine a therapist studying an eight-year-old's rendition of naked breasts I was always questioned Especially 'cause I only grew up with women present My therapist put down his pad during one session And asked if I ever thought 'bout my mom and my sister naked I don't remember what I said I just remember the feelin' of realizin' my mom and sister were big-breasted I broke out crying, I couldn't stop, and I didn't know why It's funny which memories stick with you, I was nine (Keep goin') When I was twelve, I started hanging with older kids They would tell me things and they would show me things Teachers always said I had a old soul Must've been just my soul, 'cause my brain didn't know a thing Our mutual friend led me to this older kid's house We we're in his basement, two other older kids round When my homie left, I should've left, but I stayed there Didn't know these kids well, but I felt safe there Shouldn't have felt safe there Dirty conversations about the girls in their grade where People lost virginities, me, I ain't even kiss yet I didn't even think about getting my— wet That night I was talked into doing things I ain't wanna do A lot of "I don't knows," a lot of "Come on, dude" A lot of "No one's even gonna know," a lot of closin' eyes A lot of long showers and no appetites Internet trolls raised me, ads raised me Nickelodeon raised me, Dan raised me Superbad, American Pie, Hollywood Signs Triple X search raised me, I'm your baby I just started droppin' music at the time Writin' love songs about a girl I hoped to find Playin' Wayne tapes, knowing I could never say "The first body that touched my body looked just like mine" It's funny which memories end up sticking with you 'Cause I forgot it even happened 'til I turned twenty-two Then it all came back and it felt brand new Wonderin' if it plays a role in relationships I pursue Or if it was just a distant memory that never left a mark One night, my homie had some questions at the bar He said, "Why do all of your girls look like fresh out of a magazine?" I said, "It's just my type" He said, "I feel you but I mean" "What if the perfect girl is normal-looking?" "Would you do something?" I said, "What?" He said, "It just feels like you're tryin' to prove something" "And you know that everyone knows you well" "So maybe you're tryna prove something to yourself" "What are you still tryin' to prove?" Internet trolls raised me, ads raised me Nickelodeon raised me, Dan raised me Superbad, American Pie, Hollywood Signs Triple X search raised me, I'm your baby