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When I was growing up, I had a lot of dreams, my momma told me “Son you could be anything”
Long as you spread your wings, I know one day you’ll be great
Just wait, soon you’ll aim up at the sky and I’ll watch you float away
But, now that I am older, I’ll admit that I am over all the stress and shit that comes from holding life up on your shoulders
It’s a chore, I’m sick of being bored, I’m sick of always stressin over shit I could ignore
I guess it’s just my own immaturity, burnin’ through me internally, take imagination and making it a reality
So, pause. Yo, fuck it, I’ll be right back
Pay a visit to the past, tell them all to kiss my ass for a second

[Verse 1]
We took a hard fall
But it's okay
I'm an asshole
Your a headcase
We were street punks on a freight train
Should've never been together in the first place
Rummage through the rubble

I was like - excuse me and my awkward approach
I just, noticed you were running out of rum in your coke
And I was hoping I could interest you in witty reppore
And if you're game we could kick it like your keeping the score

You're, so exotic in all of the right ways
Eyes like green diamonds, skin a Milan beige
Hair's a black currant that matches your style great