Yeah, we gon hit it like

I just wanna be in the mixEven 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

Fuck my past, I am not a savior

Got a game they call the present

Fuck 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