2016 Was a Bad Year - Quadeca

2016 was a bad year, yeah

2016 was a bad year

And even though we’ve grown from our past fear

'16 was a pretty fuckin' bad year, yeah

Well I guess that I’m back here

Got a feeling that it’s that clear

So much change, I been feeling like a cashier

Man, this last year was a mother fucking trap full of bad peers

Well looking back, then I guess I laugh at it

Just kids making trouble in their math classes

Just kids making trouble 'till its past savage

And they turning into fat addicts with some bad habits

I’m too concerned with fat asses and rack-stacking

Tha-that's just the material bullshit I put on my rap album

Tryna chase the feeling, gotta fucking trap-n-pack em

We got glass matching and I’m thinking «How does that happen?»

Kid brings his fucking backpack and I’m like «That's Massive»

Bottles, I can see the bottom with the max glasses

Act natural, Got some fucking grass patches

This shit’s a whole new world

I’m like Aladdin

Damn, Its a straight up double movie

Man, this shit is so unruly

Damn, I’m feeling hella groovy

Feeling hella stupid this is hella boujee

Getting to escape from it all

That’s just the way that you ball

Yeah getting to escape from it all

Well, it feels great 'till you fall

They be saying «You the man!»

This is dope bro

I’m like «hell yeah», but I’m thinking 'bout what happens when I go home

To my family and know that they don’t know

Shit that’s a no-go, guess I’m going solo

But now I’m getting paranoid

Look at what I’ve fucking done to go repaid a void

Thinking, what if my parents really got to know

Go silent, here a knock at the door, Shit

2016 was a bad year, yeah

2016 was a bad year

And even though we’ve grown from our past fear

'16 was a pretty fuckin' bad year, yeah

If ignorance is bliss, I guess I pretend to be ignorant

I guess I’m an idiot

We live in a world where people pretend they ain’t different

Shit is getting ridiculous

I won’t spite you for tryna rock to somebody else’s drum line for a spot in the

lunch line

But we gotta draw some line

So many lines to cross, I see god in my Tees sometimes

And I ain’t even religious

The power of these words is as real as existence

Man, I feel it from a distance

Fake friends leaving in an instant

I guess it’s plagued me for a minute

I guess it’s changed me for a year

I guess it’s made me who I am and I ain’t gonna quit, frankly I’ll stay right

here

Underrated, I haven’t been respected

Putting all this work and still be in the trenches

Funny how rappers claim to be independent

When their album got a hundred names in the credits

Doing it by myself

No co-signer

Better bars than these rappers with their ghost-writers

Who’s gonna be famous?

Well I’m the most likely

But the city people don’t like me, so they go bite me

2016 was a bad year, yeah

2016 was a bad year

And even though we’ve grown from our past fear

'16 was a pretty fuckin' bad year, yeah