Maybe this year I can finally feel something other than panic attacks, i had the world in my hands, dropped the ball as my muscles relaxed My left hand shakes, as I roll up shake it’s the end of the bag

Started out great, like last summer break and it ended up bad

All of my homies are sad

They don’t acknowledge the truth

I got em stressing bout circumstantial shit like bro it could happen you And it’s all cool, nobody under 25 has died yet in my friend group,

We all grew out of a dark place,

A couple homies moving back at a star’s pace

Speed of light, while the days go past so slow,

We’re all bored and we hope for change,

The ladder been broken we can’t climb up shit we’re falling down like rain Slip up, on the trip up, my homie went broke off a stripper

Now he’s back grinding and she’s still grinding and I’m still triggered

By the way, shoutout Zey

It’s all good even if you feel a way,

You made me feel better for a day

Highs and lows that’s a part of the game

See me on stage like I’m chill but I’m not,

I really miss touring but I hate it a lot

Every new show, I’m like maybe I won’t Have major anxiety and please don’t smoke in my green room,

Until after the show,

My high school homies said James has to blow up, Where we at? On the road,

Bad genes so I’m tryna slow with the pour up,

I keep telling Pab just grow up Maybe I’m the one who should And if we all moved slower Maybe we could all be good