In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
The time is 1: 12 in the ATL
I exit 112 with this bitch Michelle
In the V12 headed to the hotel
Hydro lit up weed in the air
She feening to get bent legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
Since it's money over bitch
Yeah that's my shit
That hoe got dropped quick like pigeon shit
That boy said he just hit a big ass lick
And he's sitting on top of a 112 bricks
And he'll let the boy get it 12 a brick
If I drive a 100 miles
Probably get there quick
I'm calling the clique tryna
Scrounge for cash i got a least a quarter
Million buried in the stash
Got to give me 25 if I bring him cash
That nigga lick for the shit he
Got to get off it fast
I'm at my grandmamma's house
Flashlight and shovel
Digging up the iron box getting
Dirt on the bezel
Now I'm heading to the meeting
Spot with the cash
I got two little niggas with
Me with ski masks
They snort pile snow and shoot real fast
So if Joe fuck up it's Joe's black ass
If he try some funny shit like Dave Chappelle
We gonna put a few bullets in his lapel
We gon' leave whole clip in that nigga hair
Told Zack and Jackpot follow me in building
If that nigga get cute we
Ain't talking we killing
And that's anybody man, woman, pets
And children
Or anybody tryna separate me from the cash
Gon' find they ass right next
To God real fast
I arrive at Joe's room, it was suite 112
Immediately I asked him who got the yayo
He responds back who got the cash
I tell him me motherfucker now
Let's do this fast
That's when I noticed this tall
Nigga looking like a fag
And three dread niggas in
The back smoking hash
Four white hoes just giggle and laugh
And I'm telling Joe I don't
Do business like that
Put them hoes out the room and tell your man
To go sit in the back with Bob Marley's band
This nigga bust out the
Bathroom pistol in hand
He was yelling, screaming, shooting
And missing it was like that first scene
In that movie Pulp Fiction
Before I could duck big Zack was spitting
Left that boy laid out holy as a Christian
The white girls spazzing out crying, flipping
The tall ass faggot caught one to the head
And Jackpot made sure the Baha Men was dead
Joe hiding behind the wet
Bar shaking and scared
And I'm screaming motherfucker I got
One for your head
By now my two little shooters
Came in something vicious
They killed niggas twice even
Murked the white bitches
I'm looking at Joe all shaken and scared
While I got the 44 to the middle of his head
I'm telling him homes look at yourself
You balled up in the corner
You done shit on yourself
You was Joe my main player my Ace in fact
I can't kill you homeboy I'll
Leave that to Zack
Cupid doesn't lie
I exit 112 with this bitch Michelle
In the V12 headed to the hotel
Hydro lit up weed in the air
She feening to get bent legs in the air
She want her hair pulled spank her derriere
We interrupted by a phone call
By Joe the player
That boy tell me he got big bricks for sale
Since it's money over bitch
Yeah that's my shit
That hoe got dropped quick like pigeon shit
That boy said he just hit a big ass lick
And he's sitting on top of a 112 bricks
And he'll let the boy get it 12 a brick
If I drive a 100 miles
Probably get there quick
I'm calling the clique tryna
Scrounge for cash i got a least a quarter
Million buried in the stash
Got to give me 25 if I bring him cash
That nigga lick for the shit he
Got to get off it fast
I'm at my grandmamma's house
Flashlight and shovel
Digging up the iron box getting
Dirt on the bezel
Now I'm heading to the meeting
Spot with the cash
I got two little niggas with
Me with ski masks
They snort pile snow and shoot real fast
So if Joe fuck up it's Joe's black ass
If he try some funny shit like Dave Chappelle
We gonna put a few bullets in his lapel
We gon' leave whole clip in that nigga hair
Told Zack and Jackpot follow me in building
If that nigga get cute we
Ain't talking we killing
And that's anybody man, woman, pets
And children
Or anybody tryna separate me from the cash
Gon' find they ass right next
To God real fast
I arrive at Joe's room, it was suite 112
Immediately I asked him who got the yayo
He responds back who got the cash
I tell him me motherfucker now
Let's do this fast
That's when I noticed this tall
Nigga looking like a fag
And three dread niggas in
The back smoking hash
Four white hoes just giggle and laugh
And I'm telling Joe I don't
Do business like that
Put them hoes out the room and tell your man
To go sit in the back with Bob Marley's band
This nigga bust out the
Bathroom pistol in hand
He was yelling, screaming, shooting
And missing it was like that first scene
In that movie Pulp Fiction
Before I could duck big Zack was spitting
Left that boy laid out holy as a Christian
The white girls spazzing out crying, flipping
The tall ass faggot caught one to the head
And Jackpot made sure the Baha Men was dead
Joe hiding behind the wet
Bar shaking and scared
And I'm screaming motherfucker I got
One for your head
By now my two little shooters
Came in something vicious
They killed niggas twice even
Murked the white bitches
I'm looking at Joe all shaken and scared
While I got the 44 to the middle of his head
I'm telling him homes look at yourself
You balled up in the corner
You done shit on yourself
You was Joe my main player my Ace in fact
I can't kill you homeboy I'll
Leave that to Zack
Cupid doesn't lie
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
A Dope Story Lyrics as written by Michael Santigo Render
Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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