Fool Blast

[Intro] [Soft guitar strumming] [Verse] He’s not promoting nothing, You know him baby, now he’s 40, A little young, way back, tell the story [Verse 2] Way too many kids, in the way back seat, Blended family, big sisters, riding on the freeway Station wagon swerving, the whole door popped open, Way back story, we ended up being safe [Chorus] Mom and dad split up when he was 2, Daddy’s in Powderhorn, he and the van, Built a bench out of plywood, No windows, it was blue and crusty, No window, so we don’t know, No window fosho [Verse 3] Daddy’s in Powderhorn, Sleeping bags, cuddling with pebbles singing, Good woman helped pop out, custody and all, Way back on the south side of Minnesota, Minneapolis Pop burned the house down, Down in Powderhorn, Southside, Undiagnosed shit, Bipolar, not subpar, [Chorus] Look at that mustache, turtleneck, Last time Minnesota had a champion, He was preacher, He was so quick and smart Fake teeth, brilliant, Mom is so handsome, loving, Sister’s got the genes, crazy, self-made, Prof’s looking right through the soul, Like help me?! [Break] [Instrumental: Guitar solo] [Verse 4] Mommy’s fine, so vibrant, radiant, smart, Laughing at bloody toxic masculinity They split when I was 2… Dad would just put gloves on, fight the boys, Sister so skinny, in biker shorts, fight him back, All hanging out in the backyard in Powderhorn [Chorus] Police is useless, corrupt, look it up Minneapolis police discriminate, How crooked they really are, Busting houses around, pushing people’s mama, One gotta ask, worth going deep, with that shit, [Verse 5] Behind the fence, crackhead scientist, Broadcasting the deals, full blast, In code, and shit, fool’s blasting full blast All night, selling 2 packs for one, god damn it, We’re trying to watch a movie, But brown paper bags, full blast, coming out, full blast, Radio waves blasting through, full blast, Biggest antenna [Chorus] Thank god for that dog, He named 3 fucking mixed tapes Kaiser von Powderhorn, south side of Minneapolis, Kaiser was the king, vicious, No one would fuck with him, That’s right [Outro] [Soft guitar strumming] What is this? A bandana, flexing? Influencer for justice, the blend, in his own lane, He got nothing but love, bro, listen up He got famous [Fade-out] [Instrumental: Guitar and harmonica]