Yeah, we gon hit it like
I just wanna be in the mix
Even if it be thin and thick
Pull out from my grave with emotion
This is what they play out the ocean
Looping like a wave, same ol' shit
Silhouettes of me in the mist
On the bus, nah I say we coasting
Water from the tap, it be potion
I'm something I'm not yet
Am I then that topic?
Shall I say I got it?
If one day I will evolve
Grown now, ain't seem tall
My alt be in b-ball
The baby's a man
And the man is a fetus
Picture that, put em in fetal
Tit for tat, but they too feeble
Me in tact...
Think you might want to relax
The syntax got em stuck in beta
F*ck my past, I am not a savior
Got a game they call the present
F*ck that shit but I am a player
I'm a sailor in my training shoes
One day I will have 3 stripes
And that Nike swoosh
Till then I am acting like I already do
Watch me go from training wheels
To rocking twenty-twos
As the world collapses backwards
Time becomes circular
The past becomes the future
The future becomes the past
And we are everything we had, have
Or will eventually have
I just wanna be in the mix
Even if it be thin and thick
Pull out from my grave with emotion
This is what they play out the ocean
Looping like a wave, same ol' shit
Silhouettes of me in the mist
On the bus, nah I say we coasting
Water from the tap, it be potion
I'm far from home on the sidewalks I roam
Look at my phone, I look up I see mom
Spend the night there, I got work in the morn
Wake up I see, teacher writing on board
Run out the door, see my ex with her arms out
Pass on the floor, woke up to alarm sounds
See a blue sky
Look to the right I look into blue eyes
Old friend, Poland, smiling at me
Laughing she says to look more happy
Grin on my face, I blink
Staring at a page of ink
Minutes go by I think
Man I need a face of sink
Pull my chair back a bit
Caught on the rug I flip
Twenty looking down on me, like a balcony
And more are surrounding me
Man I thought you was dead
And you I thought we ain't friends
Silence, they all move closer
Finger prints on me like toner
Close my eyes like I'm a stoner
Open em I see no one
Army in a loner
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Yeah, we gon hit it like
I just wanna be in the mix
Even if it be thin and thick
Pull out from my grave with emotion
This is what they play out the ocean
Looping like a wave, same ol' shit
Silhouettes of me in the mist
On the bus, nah I say we coasting
Water from the tap, it be potion
I'm something I'm not yet
Am I then that topic?
Shall I say I got it?
If one day I will evolve
Grown now, ain't seem tall
My alt be in b-ball
The baby's a man
And the man is a fetus
Picture that, put em in fetal
Tit for tat, but they too feeble
Me in tact...
Think you might want to relax
The syntax got em stuck in beta
F*ck my past, I am not a savior
Got a game they call the present
F*ck that shit but I am a player
I'm a sailor in my training shoes
One day I will have 3 stripes
And that Nike swoosh
Till then I am acting like I already do
Watch me go from training wheels
To rocking twenty-twos
As the world collapses backwards
Time becomes circular
The past becomes the future
The future becomes the past
And we are everything we had, have
Or will eventually have
I just wanna be in the mix
Even if it be thin and thick
Pull out from my grave with emotion
This is what they play out the ocean
Looping like a wave, same ol' shit
Silhouettes of me in the mist
On the bus, nah I say we coasting
Water from the tap, it be potion
I'm far from home on the sidewalks I roam
Look at my phone, I look up I see mom
Spend the night there, I got work in the morn
Wake up I see, teacher writing on board
Run out the door, see my ex with her arms out
Pass on the floor, woke up to alarm sounds
See a blue sky
Look to the right I look into blue eyes
Old friend, Poland, smiling at me
Laughing she says to look more happy
Grin on my face, I blink
Staring at a page of ink
Minutes go by I think
Man I need a face of sink
Pull my chair back a bit
Caught on the rug I flip
Twenty looking down on me, like a balcony
And more are surrounding me
Man I thought you was dead
And you I thought we ain't friends
Silence, they all move closer
Finger prints on me like toner
Close my eyes like I'm a stoner
Open em I see no one
Army in a loner
I just wanna be in the mix
Even if it be thin and thick
Pull out from my grave with emotion
This is what they play out the ocean
Looping like a wave, same ol' shit
Silhouettes of me in the mist
On the bus, nah I say we coasting
Water from the tap, it be potion
I'm something I'm not yet
Am I then that topic?
Shall I say I got it?
If one day I will evolve
Grown now, ain't seem tall
My alt be in b-ball
The baby's a man
And the man is a fetus
Picture that, put em in fetal
Tit for tat, but they too feeble
Me in tact...
Think you might want to relax
The syntax got em stuck in beta
F*ck my past, I am not a savior
Got a game they call the present
F*ck that shit but I am a player
I'm a sailor in my training shoes
One day I will have 3 stripes
And that Nike swoosh
Till then I am acting like I already do
Watch me go from training wheels
To rocking twenty-twos
As the world collapses backwards
Time becomes circular
The past becomes the future
The future becomes the past
And we are everything we had, have
Or will eventually have
I just wanna be in the mix
Even if it be thin and thick
Pull out from my grave with emotion
This is what they play out the ocean
Looping like a wave, same ol' shit
Silhouettes of me in the mist
On the bus, nah I say we coasting
Water from the tap, it be potion
I'm far from home on the sidewalks I roam
Look at my phone, I look up I see mom
Spend the night there, I got work in the morn
Wake up I see, teacher writing on board
Run out the door, see my ex with her arms out
Pass on the floor, woke up to alarm sounds
See a blue sky
Look to the right I look into blue eyes
Old friend, Poland, smiling at me
Laughing she says to look more happy
Grin on my face, I blink
Staring at a page of ink
Minutes go by I think
Man I need a face of sink
Pull my chair back a bit
Caught on the rug I flip
Twenty looking down on me, like a balcony
And more are surrounding me
Man I thought you was dead
And you I thought we ain't friends
Silence, they all move closer
Finger prints on me like toner
Close my eyes like I'm a stoner
Open em I see no one
Army in a loner
Writer: Robert Wyszomirski
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid