Torch [explicit] Lyrics - Schoolboy Q

Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face 

Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face 

Blank face, blank face 

I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine 

Uh! 

This that "Fuck the blogs" 

The afterbell, we hang in halls 

Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol 

Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway 

One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade 

I can take you spots where gangsters walk 

The real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close 

Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked 

Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane 

I ain't been right since out the cervix 

I know a M can make it perfect 

It came through more than the one I worship 

You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold 

He got the runny nose 

Summertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes 

I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes 

My money short 

Missin' the days of honey oats 

Dollar bills in mama's coat 

Cartoons and bubble soap 

This be the realest shit I wrote 

This be that ride that hunnid spoke 

Red and blue from head to toe 

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Who needs a mothafuckin' friend? 

You see them mothafuckin' rims 

Met the devil in disguise 

Look through my mothafuckin' eyes 

Look at my eyes, look at my block 

Look at my shit, cold 

Bustin' these nines, true to my life 

Word to my pen so 

Take what you want, get what you like 

Open that window 

That shit raw 

Ain't it? That shit raw 

Look through my mothafuckin' eyes 

Vision impaired by the high 

No cares on my mind 

Couple dares, that is fine 

Photos 

This shit from 'round the back house 

More baggies bagged and that roach 

In granny's plastic suede couch 

Best play cat and that mouse 

A minor pitchin' in major 

Stay servin' dope but we cater 

Take you back to my sega 

Slammin' bones on that table 

Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's 

Forced to grow to a man 

Before L.A. had them Rams 

Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal 

Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store 

My haters came for the better and money came for the loads 

Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold 

Fucked up the game with many flow 

I've been a loc since Henry O 

I'm ten toes, you movie role 

I do this shit for lifers way before 

Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke 

Got so many bodies the world knows, shit 

Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath 

But our dreams were big, homie 

The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me 

Who needs a mothafuckin' friend? 

You see them mothafuckin' rims 

Met the devil in disguise 

Look through my mothafuckin' eyes 

Look at my eyes, look at my block 

Look at my shit, cold 

Bustin' these nines, true to my life 

Word to my pen so 

Take what you want, get what you like 

Open that window 

That shit raw 

Ain't it? That shit raw 

Look through my mothafuckin' eyes 

Vision impaired by the high 

No cares on my mind 

Couple dares, that is fine 

My picture was in full frame 

But my vision had distort 

My memory is okay 

But my feelings on point 

I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go 

Oh lord! 

You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold 

No lord! 

I see faces at my window 

My patience growin' short 

I had no one to lend on 

That's why that chip is so cold 

Kinda like the cool king on my fallen bros 

Oh lord! 

Guess that's my curtain call, my last go 

Ain't this shit what you wanted to see? 

Ain't this shit what you wanted to see?