Letra de BOY HOOD - Jon Batiste

(Feat. Trombone Shorty, PJ Morton)

Candy cane, jump rope

Cornbread and pig lip

Hot fries, holy water

Superdome cheese dip

Perched on da fence

Po'boys in da yard

Don't mess with my rug

Or my season salt, boy

I know where he be, know where he come from

Hot boy taking over for the twenty-two thousands

Uhhh na na na na, no limit soldier

Home is where the heart stay

Where the Pelicans and the Saints play

The eagle land on Frenchmen and the sparrow land on Sunday

(I know he watching over me)

When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends (Wouldn't give me ends)

Grandma was a ATM (Was a ATM)

Buying bubble gum and M&M's (M&M's)

I just had to rot my teeth out

Basketball under the treehouse

Too short to catch a rebound

Maybe that wasn't my callin'

But you could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

From New York down to New Orleans

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me

Popeyes when they had that red, white, and blue bag

Puttin' on that Sportin' Waves underneath my durag

If yo' line pushed back, or your shoes dirty

Don't come around here, best stay home, heard me?

It's the time of dem naturals, Priestly, Satchel

Bayou Maharajahs, Nat King and Satchmo

If you see him then and even if ya see him now

It's the same Jon Jon with that same gold crown, you heard me? (AIright!)

When Pop Pop wouldn't give me ends (Wouldn't give me ends)

Grandma was a ATM (Was a ATM)

Buying bubble gum and M&M's (M&M's)

I just had to rot my teeth out

Basketball under the treehouse

Too short to catch a rebound

Maybe that wasn't my callin'

But you could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

From New York down to New Orleans

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me ballin'

(You could see me ba-ball)

You could still see me

(Go ahead P.J.)

I could still remember the mornings

Breakfast cooking half asleep and still yawnin'

Yeah yeah yeah

It's time for Zulu so we better get goin'

No place like New Orleans

Yeah

Ayy, I said, I'm far from home but I always represent, yeah

I thought I had so much time, I don't know where it went

But now that I'm grown, I know what it all meant, ayy

No place like New Orleans

Yeah, yeah

(Trombone Shorty and them boys)

You could still see me ballin'

You could still see me ballin'

You could still see me ballin'

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