Few Good Things Lyrics – Saba

​​Few Good Things Lyrics by Saba fear Eryn Allen Kane & Black Thought is the latest English song from the album “Few Good Things”. Few Good Things lyrics were written by Eryn Allen Kane, Black Thought & Saba while the song is produced by Cheflee, ​​daedaePIVOT, Daoud & Saba.

​​Few Good Things Track Info:

Few Good Things Lyrics

Part I
I put the punch in the kick instead of punchin’ the clock
It’s no wonder that this is timeless
Nights spent sleepin’ on the floor, need a bed or at least a cut
Since his dreams started to find him
The grind never stopped for the workin’ class, fuck a Birkin bag
I learned my colors, then I had to watch what color shirt I had
Like a concierge, I showed the way of our concernin’ past
But everybody can’t come alone, I’ve come to terms with that
I ain’t never been one to burn bridges, or a burner bag
Ironic money turn a man into an island
And a friend into a financial advisor
Take a family and divide it, in America, the land of the tyrant
Still with the same niggas, and that mean the women too
The only thing change what I paid for the tennis shoe
Like Eminem on the stage ‘fore he blew, this is livin’ proof
Bad things come in threes, good things come in few
Yeah, few

All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one

Niggas reppin’ blocks like the taxi wars
But to think about turf, is that it never actually grows
I tried to focus on the sprouts, like a grocery stove
But in the hood, shit don’t always go how it’s supposed to go
So we adjusted like a tailor makin’ alterations
Altercations in the Austin neighborhood was all for paper
Grew up thinkin’ swear that it was all contagious
How we’re all complacent
I said “Fuck it, I’m all in” like I was off the Vegas
The follow days I grew my dreads like I was part Jamaican
Know the journey waitin’ is a lonely one, they’ll call him crazy
Because believin’ in yourself not often celebrated
People projectin’ a mirror image that is merely hatred
The fear in faces is the same as me, period, in Jason
All truth, you know I don’t lie like some [?]
Every day seen people show they color eyes soon they shoot
Bad things come in trees, good things comin’ soon
Few

All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one
All the feels we had to run from
And he only wanted few things
We went back to where we start from
Not the only one

Part II
From what we knew about my mother
She was cut from the cloth of South Carolina color
She knew to keep the rude right amount of right color
Her old soul remind you of somebody abuelas
Mood, the way she dipped into a mental convo
When she starin’ into your soul and you tryin’ not to let her
Now and then you might get a word, if not [?]
When she take it upon herself to drop an accappella ’bout
Different rules, relatives you can’t pick and choose
How they quick to get confused and they disapprove
Grown actin’ like they still in school
But in the grand scheme of things, it all seems pretty minuscule
A cool toast to the people we adore the most
Lets hold them close, like the water had a quarter coast
I’m wide awoke, what I’m haunted by is more than ghost
It’s where you slip and sippin’ a mornin’ roast
Listenin’ and haulin’ oats
Oyster flex on the ashy wrist, as I reflect what got me this
How I’m [?] kids
We from SP and we come in twos
I’m runnin’ throughs, but good things come in few

Part III
I tried that invincible shit, but the principle is
When there’s niggas defendin’ your wig, then it’s a pendulum shift
I tried to spend a little less like a minimalist
But then I can confess that this gets harder the bigger you get
The richer get rich, the poorer get pissed, that’s just what it is
We seen everything from the gutter, the glitz
Adults in the crib tellin’ they kids to cover they ears
Fight with the youngin’, and watch they older brother disappear
Like two in the front and one in the rear
The funds of size when you gotta swallow your anger or stomach your fear
All the money you made is a sunken abyss
But necessary for the family to have somewhere to live
So you stuck with makin’ decision more than some wouldn’t get
The baggage that come with the bag, hope you not fumblin’ it
Maradona or sprint like I’m honorin’ Nip
When commas the common denominator all the percent
Got us movin’ to the pacific in hopes that it would be different
The boat we was on had psychics that left some of us swimmin’
Don’t ask ’bout my independence, we not financially literate
Dangle a million dollars when oxygen was the mission
We just wanna breathe, we been drownin’ down here for centuries
Black and brown boy identity
Families that depend on me all get turned to assembly line
Every line my lineage
Glass half full, the other half was the emptiness
We turned a bunch of nothing to abundance
Few good things

When, when, when uncle Eddie got married to auntie
He, he married my aunt
You have to tell the story

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