Now and Then
Inspired by BLP Kosher
By: Gavin Labonte

Oh lord, I’ve had enough of these people out here.
I can’t do none of this out of fear,
Everyone’s talking up all my gears.
She does all that talking,
Sometimes I submit to the balking.
She asked to go on vacation.
But we got Bali at home,
We got Bali in town,
She’s yelling out “Layla tov!”
Since a kid, I’ve been up to nothing,
But now I’m sorta like twentysomething.
Run the mile like David Goggins,
Stepping on stuff, I hurt my bunion.
My phone and my car–they both have buttons.
I was just spraying around some shulton,
Whip out my phone like why she chirpin.
She keeps saying and yelling, “You bring me to tears!”
But I’d rather eat up a raw onion.
Drive through the hood, lookin’ out my side mirror,
I see the news, he ain’t bluffin.
50 dollars for gas, like “oh my goodness”
I’m gonna go golfing jit, Why you bunting?
You tryna punt things, why we stunting?
Clutching on shifts like a racer, for anyone who wanna lurk.
Ridin’ round near the apartment, puttin’ all them on a shirt.
All of them wear the same stuff; it was just me, myself, and I.
Now they want to mess me up.
Every single one of yall need a handkerchief,
I’ll pluck a bird, them boys weird, I’ll yank em out.
Oh, I was fake? But they were messin round with all the props.
That boy was talkin down to y’all, while he ain’t even got no car to drive.
I want a big and built bathroom for all my kids who haven’t had a real spot to kick.
I never see no nod, or name – ray off the rolly, I’m Randy Moss.
Pickpocketing, you wallet watcher,
Pop some prophin, it’s a bit of a probm’.
You’re always wondering where to talk,
while I’m wondering around where to walk.
I got 4s all up on my feet, we used to share the blue shoes.
Kids be runnin around in the stans, aint never give them a “YooHoo”
Man, if I’m ever then by that boy, you cant see him this time of night.
Like a tether ball, two swinging chains, no-no kanye west.
Sydney Sweeny cracklin on a jit, go get someone a pack of gum.
Someone called me Alex Lou? Where they ridin round, ew.
Go get some cheese, young padawan.
Thought the car came with headlights,
I had to add ’em on.
Now and then I get blood-blisters,
I might run there and back till I see my half-sister.
See an opp, that boy a jimbo,
Gettin low, we playin limbo.
I got gals in greece,
I got gals in the day, they think im a designer.
Her bodys just like an hourglass,
When I see her I put on a timer.
He think he sly, to each his own,
I wanna slide on that podium.
So what’s happening? let me know.
They ran a post, to postpone.