I ain't been home in a minute

**** been out tryna get it

Yo the fam say don't let go your dreams until you get it

Now the fam say I ain't been the same they think I'm different

How that make sense? Went to school, didn't make sense

But thank God that we made tents

I ain't never been a **** with a face sense

I been raw before a **** could lay text

I bend raws and fill em until im smackdown

Im stoned cold, finna break another pack down

And these days **** arguing to compare

The fronts here, front here then you back down

My **** dont talk shit when we not there

But everytime you see a **** quiet back down

Cause you gon see a **** since we on the map now

This our shit get the fuck up off the Campground

Dissolve shit like a calculator, aw shit

Work out, since you way under the bar kid

Got sub shit like you underneath the Barclay's

I'm Barkley how a **** finna sun shit

Sun chips, one spliff and a sunkist

One time one time for the bud kids

More than one time one time i got punished

Just for coming in smelling lovely, like "No more Company."

Still brought my bud in, like "Fuck rules."

She like fuck groove like she dont wana move

If she dont wana dance then I understand

But her other friends could all come through

This what it comes to, 18 im a young dude

Gang green like a bucks fan, tryna hang bring your lungs too

We ain't leaving for nothing

Can't nobody tell me what i want

I been going crazy from the start

Wondering what life could want from me

While im just tryna live it comfortably

See I been thinking I should isolate

And hopefully I find the perfect place

All a **** really wants some weed

While im just tryna live life comfortably

While im just tryna live life comfortably

All a **** wanted was some weed

I ain't not smoke in a year

I ain't not hold in a tear

Funny how the whole click hot

Me and Lonji walked up in and now its frozen in here, Iceboy

Gold chandelier smoke in the air, know we in here

Lice boy, light boy finna glo' up in here

Been in the dark for a grip

They ain't know a **** spit like he talk with a lisp

Mom looking at me like im off of the shits

Sorry i ain't with a job at the desk

I perform at the desk while they jocking my disk

Pocket fulla pot like i walk with a dish

Don't talk to me

All a **** wanted was some sour fucking deisel

[Voice: Dropped out of school, huh? That's the word around town. Think you Kanye? That's cute

How do you plan to support yourself? with a fucking high school diploma, huh? you explain that to me

I mean, you have goals, you have dreams, but fuck your dreams you know

Get a fucking office job, work from 9-5 and make minumum wage

And then you-you know, you pay back, you know, uh (sigh) everything you owe to society

And then in-in attemps to buy your soul back you uh, you die before you reach that but

You know, thats what lifes all about.]

[Voice: Look kiddo, im tryna talk some sense into you

I actually don't wana be a bully or anything

But i care about you and uh, i got this job interview set up with UPS, hopefully you make it on time but you know

If your'e following your dreams i underts-- *dial tone*]

I'm tryna cop though