"15 Years" lyrics
Uh huh
My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings
My fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'
Fifteen autumns applaudin' my work, schemin'
From the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'
Live from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show
Duck low, tried to post a clip but it won't upload
Fuck, bro, leakin' could've filled a couple punch bowls
My last words were, "Welcome to sunny Wells, Maine"
I've been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman
Cold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers
I showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't
Blow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into [?]
What you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat
What I do with rap, what Matilda did to The Trunchbull
What I do with apps, I type up a little poem I've written
What I do with cash, it's just Dunkin Donuts and home additions
Volunteer fireman, Peter Sparker "Writerman"
Things been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again
Would you, Sean Paul? Sean Paul?
Spiz did it since "Still Tippin'" with Paul Wall
These my old raps I've been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace
Out my trunk at Marden's, permanent marker in the parkin' space
For fifteen years, fifteen years
And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here
2007 state of mind that I'm in
So I'm Slim relapsin' and Ye before Kim
Lil Wayne out of Maine, brain not a chain
Here's the secret how I stayed up in the game and remain
Dudes don't try, you dudes don't try
I could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July
Givin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah
My knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa
Obama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter
I always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after
Big following rapper, no [?] or actor
Pretend I died today so I get all of the flowers
Cal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA
I said, "The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em"
And now I can't beat him, still gotta feed him
For fifteen years, I've been passed over, deleted
Until, Florida freezes, I'll floor it, I'm goin' [?] this season
I'm goin' Speezus, winged-beast, I'm a demon
King steez, I'm a Stephen (I've been here for a long time)
Got king steez, I'm a Stephen, went fifteen with no team
And now, sim simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?
I sold shirts with a MySpace address on it
I went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich
Went from from broke, clown, weirdo, to hometown hero
I wrecked it, I rapped like I was born with a whale cock
Since Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox
That's fifteen years, fifteen years
And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here!
Still here!
My sincere apologies in advance for hurt feelings
My fifteenth summer free-wheelin' and merch dealin'
Fifteen autumns applaudin' my work, schemin'
From the level that you see when you're lookin' at your ceilin'
Live from the fatal mass shooting at the gun show
Duck low, tried to post a clip but it won't upload
Fuck, bro, leakin' could've filled a couple punch bowls
My last words were, "Welcome to sunny Wells, Maine"
I've been doin' this since back when Juno was a woman
Cold as Juneau in Alaska, cold as Lambeau with the Packers
I showed the locals they could do the things you couldn't
Blow your candle, call your pastor, made nobody into [?]
What you do is cap and I'm not fakin', I'm cutthroat
What I do with rap, what Matilda did to The Trunchbull
What I do with apps, I type up a little poem I've written
What I do with cash, it's just Dunkin Donuts and home additions
Volunteer fireman, Peter Sparker "Writerman"
Things been gettin' dark out lately, just give me the light again
Would you, Sean Paul? Sean Paul?
Spiz did it since "Still Tippin'" with Paul Wall
These my old raps I've been sellin' on Facebook Marketplace
Out my trunk at Marden's, permanent marker in the parkin' space
For fifteen years, fifteen years
And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here
2007 state of mind that I'm in
So I'm Slim relapsin' and Ye before Kim
Lil Wayne out of Maine, brain not a chain
Here's the secret how I stayed up in the game and remain
Dudes don't try, you dudes don't try
I could start knittin' tomorrow, I'd be good by July
Givin' mittens out at Christmas, and scarves out for Hanukkah
My knitted sweater get you through the winter up in Ottawa
Obama, Trump, Biden, was Ryan, it didn't matter
I always wrecked the speech with a check followin' after
Big following rapper, no [?] or actor
Pretend I died today so I get all of the flowers
Cal wanted me to go easy on him on FIFA
I said, "The world's cold, son, you gotta learn to defeat 'em"
And now I can't beat him, still gotta feed him
For fifteen years, I've been passed over, deleted
Until, Florida freezes, I'll floor it, I'm goin' [?] this season
I'm goin' Speezus, winged-beast, I'm a demon
King steez, I'm a Stephen (I've been here for a long time)
Got king steez, I'm a Stephen, went fifteen with no team
And now, sim simma, I'm beamin', still got it, who want it?
I sold shirts with a MySpace address on it
I went to work eatin' Congdon's bacon egg sandwich
Went from from broke, clown, weirdo, to hometown hero
I wrecked it, I rapped like I was born with a whale cock
Since Netflix DVDs came in the mailbox
That's fifteen years, fifteen years
And on the fifteenth one, turns out, bitch, I'm still here!
Still here!
Writer(s): Ryan M. Peters, Channing Thomas Day
