Tales
Tales

ScHoolboy Q - Tales Lyrics

Dive into the gritty narrative of ScHoolboy Q's vivid storytelling. This track paints a raw, unfiltered picture of life on the streets, from dreams deferred to harsh realities faced daily. The lyrics traverse the spectrum of human emotion—struggles with… Read more

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Tales Lyrics

Ha ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha
Ha ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha ha, ha

Tell you all about it, from mopeds to dope heads
Tell you all about it, pops livin' and still dead
Tell you all about it, rag blue but bleed red
Tell you all about it, TV done got us all
Tell you all about it
Ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha, ha, haa
Who that N-word in that candy glow?
Who that kid with no drive but at the park?
You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh
Nigga, you that dude behind tape, surrounded art, uh
Drive the jet, I found my arch, uh
Before Instagram, we gram first the month (yeah)
Before the gates on our block, we in the front (uh, yeah)
Before I called you my friend, we shot the ones
Stress smoke in my blunt, I need the funds (uh, yeah)
Look (nigga)
I could've went D1, but like, I wasn't with it
My SATs and grades was high enough, but I wasn't with it
I couldn't bring my dogs with me so I wasn't with it
With the biscuit off the counter, me and Floyd get to dumping
Not a drop of blood in us but can't say we ain't cousins
Was on the thizz all week, I think I'm finally recovin'
Now, tell your body (huh)

Wooo (yeah)
And I'll tell you
(My feelings, my demons)
(I'm living, I'm dreaming)
And I'll tell you 'bout it
(I've found it, I've tried it)
(I felt it, my fire)

How many tears am I gon' shed 'fore I go? (uh)
The pigs been known us my heart been skipping
I lost religion, my nine ain't perfect
A star is born, sometimes a drive-by needed
My baby mama paid the bills, I ain't have shit on the smoke
The homies tell me I'ma burden but never threw me a rope
They left me hanging on the corner, my whole life in my stash
One more strike, I'm with the lifers, split the fifty in half
I watch a nigga lose his life right in front of his kids
We keep the cycle back and forth, the demons smother our gifts
They put percentages in front of us, wouldn't give us a chance
The only way that we'll see 30 'less we live in the can
Probably miss my mom funeral, my daughter a hoe
Because the man of the house ain't the man no more
And the bitch I call my girl, she done found my dope
I sent her in a deep depression 'til her pulse went ghost
And I just sit and watch from hell as the pyro grow
So long, stuck behind the fire tryna clown my flow
I'll tell you 'bout it (wooo)

Writer(s): Dacoury Natche, Jacob Dutton, Quincey Hanley
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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What is the Meaning of Tales?

Dive into the gritty narrative of ScHoolboy Q's vivid storytelling. This track paints a raw, unfiltered picture of life on the streets, from dreams deferred to harsh realities faced daily. The lyrics traverse the spectrum of human emotion—struggles with identity, loyalty, and survival. ScHoolboy Q reflects on missed opportunities and the weight of choices made under duress. He juxtaposes moments of fleeting hope with stark depictions of violence and despair, offering a candid look at the cyclical nature of hardship in marginalized communities. Through his poignant verses, we glimpse both personal demons and collective wounds that shape his world. #StreetNarratives #SurvivalStruggles #RawEmotion #GrittyReality

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