Lyrics: Marcus Morton
Where the rejects?
We just started recess
Walk up in Airwalks
I just like how they look on my feet best
I really want DCs but they too big
Won't even fit on my feet yet
So, I ain't complete yet
Just give me some years I'm gon' be a cultural reset
Jean and Najib see it
I ain't trippin'
I ain't seen them in a minute
That little winter break felt just like a sentence
Probably 'cause all of them packets
Couldn't get up until I was finished
But we back outside in 2 jackets
I never thought I would miss being frigid
I got me some skates for christmas
I just wan' be like my big bro
My papa got him a camera
He been shooting edits like a pistol
So I brought my iPod
No tunes
Tryn' shoot a lil skit tho
Tryn' tell Jean what his role is and Najib but
Getting pissed tho
They acting like I'm speaking Spanish
And it's 5 minutes 'til the whistle
Then it's right back to the low lights
And I'm waiting on dismissal
I get a take and another take
It is what is tho
They ain't perfect but I'm taking what I can get tho
On the game with Hemsso
I'm picking his mental
Any single day where we got free time
This shit is essential
I ain't even met this nigga in real life
It's coincidental how we met on the net
He turned to my refuge
I don't know if he meant to
But he stuck with me
He fill the void of my growth spurt
He a man that I want to be
Satiating all my hunger
I ain't reaching for cutlery
Even if all of the day pass
We gon' still spend it on Minecraft
Nigga this shit is luxury
Like down to the soundtrack
Chirp by C418's my fav
It loop in my headphones
Humming it over and over give me an idea
I run it by Hemsso
What if I took that shit and then flipped it
Just like the screen on Nintendo?
I'm tryna bump that shit out my speakers louder than cleats in the end zone
I get off the game
Tryn' Google how to make a beat
My literacy is innate
I watch my brother do it every week
Hemsso like
"I got 20 dollars for you if it's really heat"
I'm like
"Watch this, watch this nigga, don't sleep"
I'm already nauseous
And its only 5 tickets left
If I sell out The Roxy
Can't nobody say that ain't a flex
4 tickets now
Sweaty as shit
**** it man we tried our best
We sold that shit out (Let's ****ing go)
Buzzerbeater I'm on stage in 15
Hype as shit
Dapping up Ovrkast
Man that nigga just did his thing
Razelle on his way to his laptop
Shit, he introducing me
Leave it all on the stage
The stage
The stage
The stage
I'm ****ing free
Whole set
I'm scanning the crowd
Looking around for my family
I always got a cousin pulling up
But this might be the first show my brother see
But I say that with no guarantee
He don't even be with us on Christmas
He been holding on by the skin of his teeth
His presence the top of my wishlist
Can we do one more, bruh?
Y'all need to open that shit up one more time, bruh
Moshpit
Moshpit
Moshpit
Moshpit
Check, check, check, one
Thirteen, uh
Thirteen years I planned my suicide
Eighteen running on stages
I'm feeling too alive
My soul intertwined with these chords
This shit was do or die
Hardly hyperbolic I drew myself in a suit and tie
Tale old as time that I'm telling
Truly some family ties
Suffering in silence guess I copied that too
Wish I caught on but what could I do
Now I'm a grown man and writing this letter to you, see
The world don't know that I'm your impostor
I'm even tryn' grow the dreads long as a Rasta
And picked up a skateboard
But more important
I see through the characterization of you as a monster
A fractured mind
Was compromised
And it's been that way since you could count to five
But you a black child so they heard your cries
Tried to stifle em and your pain went to back of mind
Now it's easy to feel shame
And you pass the time feeling super estranged
Really you a mastermind
I don't say that in vein my nigga I owe u my life
So if I could your buy your freedom
Nigga name me a price
These days your absence the status quo
And I can't begin to grasp what you undergo
So when I saw you at the end of that Roxy show
It was Christmas in July and I could touch the snow
Feel me