| These little things that stay so half as pleasant
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| As the days that passed that lasted only half a second
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| Just the simple kind of memories that act as blessings
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| Dash throughout the wind as we forget just how to send a message
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| No more pride throughout my youth
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| No more friends from all my younger days
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| I just forget how I could be still in my youngest age
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| These moonlit thoughts turn into dreams that help me run away
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| And I’m still tryna grow up some more
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| I still remember sharing headphones tryna listen to the Chance tape
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| Writing all the love letters I never thought would turn me
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| To who I am today
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| And now I’m just a kid with a vision and some magic in my system after
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| Trafficking my wisdom through my lyricism, still now
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| Letting every second make up every single mess up
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| Through my tears I try to make it through my years now
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| I’m growing up but I don’t feel that much older
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| It seems like time just comes with even more a weight to shoulder
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| High school stinks and it smells with such a shameless odor
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| You would hate it too if you were stained with such a hateful quota
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| Man I hate disorder, never waiting for my place
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| I know my weight is like a paper plate
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| Barbecue of life I’m floating round these opaque tables
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| Tryna see if the world is just an endless fable
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| Oh, I chase that feeling I lost, wonder what it costs
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| Wanna be a star, I’ll do anything at all
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| To make it right, So still I try
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| Wanna live my life
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| And try make it shine
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| Never felt so bright, Is loving such a crime?
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| I wanna make it mine and put up quite a fight
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| Well if it’s fine and I’m alive, then I’ll still be alright |