Second Floors

Shit look way different on top of mezzanines, ya know

I’m glad to be up here

High crime rates in these million-dollar houses

Seen the judge make grown men cry like they childish

Only way is up

We just tryna keep a balance

Bad with saving money so we often borrow dollars

Fucking up in school cuz being bad was hella cool

Sunday morning going church playing games in the pews

When it’s summer time we at Loma Alta pool

Talking to the girlies tryna do what it do

Look

Thinking back on my adolescence

And count my blessings

Was no love stressing, or family stressing, or money stressing

Infatuated with growing up doing grown shit

Move out my daddy’s house and finally get me my own shit

Being grown is harder than I thought it was

Fucking women for my confidence, that’s really all it was

Insecure thoughts, trying to heal it with some lust

Getting high off of women, but at least it wasn’t drugs

Grown up and onto better things

I’ve been looking for some peace like my ****, who is selling ‘em

Slow this shit down like promethazine

I was raised with the killers and the shooters, but my record’s clean

Late nights turn into mornings and coffee with the cream

Views so good out the window - I might just go Marine

Nightly vision, cover my eyes I only see the green

Started from the bottom ended up on top of mezzanines

I’m proud of me

Finally learned how to be

Dark days out of me

Really start loving me

I’m proud of me

Finally learned how to be

Dark days out of me

Really start loving me

Dropping off the dead weight

In a different head space

Finally in the doorway

This is a for sure thing

This is a for sure thing