I almost crashed my car
Eyes low and red, thinking how we came this far
Swerving
Damn near rolled in the barn
Chickens couped up reminded me of before making art
It was simple, we had multiple friends
They was kinda wack and trashy but they knew how to swim
Brought us laughter in that middle school gym
Getting flamed if we shot and bounced the ball off the rim
Off the remi, off the strength, off the muscle
Tripping heavy, momma told me not to fumble
Since a kid I knew I always had to hustle
I lost some friends in the midst of my rebuttal
I almost crashed my whip, I mean my momma's car
I didn't look, I tripped, and I fell hella far
I fall an awful lot, get caught by instrumentals and beats
Selection's sentimental, pop a polaroid cause it's sweet
Mmm, yum, look how far we done come
I had to pay a Prod for loops before I marched to my drum
I dodged a bullet when I screwed my head on
And strayed from pointing that gun
Like mmm yum, back to where we begun
I climbed a mountain just to find that Father Time wasn't home
I cried each time I'd visit Lakeland cause that child was alone
I left him stranded with my vices, had his life on the line
With that bathroom door locked and a demon inside
Forget it
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I almost crashed my car
Eyes low and red, thinking how we came this far
Swerving
Damn near rolled in the barn
Chickens couped up reminded me of before making art
It was simple, we had multiple friends
They was kinda wack and trashy but they knew how to swim
Brought us laughter in that middle school gym
Getting flamed if we shot and bounced the ball off the rim
Off the remi, off the strength, off the muscle
Tripping heavy, momma told me not to fumble
Since a kid I knew I always had to hustle
I lost some friends in the midst of my rebuttal
I almost crashed my whip, I mean my momma's car
I didn't look, I tripped, and I fell hella far
I fall an awful lot, get caught by instrumentals and beats
Selection's sentimental, pop a polaroid cause it's sweet
Mmm, yum, look how far we done come
I had to pay a Prod for loops before I marched to my drum
I dodged a bullet when I screwed my head on
And strayed from pointing that gun
Like mmm yum, back to where we begun
I climbed a mountain just to find that Father Time wasn't home
I cried each time I'd visit Lakeland cause that child was alone
I left him stranded with my vices, had his life on the line
With that bathroom door locked and a demon inside
Forget it
Eyes low and red, thinking how we came this far
Swerving
Damn near rolled in the barn
Chickens couped up reminded me of before making art
It was simple, we had multiple friends
They was kinda wack and trashy but they knew how to swim
Brought us laughter in that middle school gym
Getting flamed if we shot and bounced the ball off the rim
Off the remi, off the strength, off the muscle
Tripping heavy, momma told me not to fumble
Since a kid I knew I always had to hustle
I lost some friends in the midst of my rebuttal
I almost crashed my whip, I mean my momma's car
I didn't look, I tripped, and I fell hella far
I fall an awful lot, get caught by instrumentals and beats
Selection's sentimental, pop a polaroid cause it's sweet
Mmm, yum, look how far we done come
I had to pay a Prod for loops before I marched to my drum
I dodged a bullet when I screwed my head on
And strayed from pointing that gun
Like mmm yum, back to where we begun
I climbed a mountain just to find that Father Time wasn't home
I cried each time I'd visit Lakeland cause that child was alone
I left him stranded with my vices, had his life on the line
With that bathroom door locked and a demon inside
Forget it
Writer: Noah Jordan, Ezra Hwang
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid