On my feet
Looking like me, so clean
Got a pair of le FLEUR*′s and they dark pine greenGot a cig in my mouth, looking like James Dean
Got me stressing so bad but I chill with da team
And it cool
Riding 'round town in the Bat Mobile
Young Chris Bale, looking fresh outta school
We chill at the lake but it clear like a pool
Got my dick tucked to the waist, looking like a tool
Bump that $B, moving into next week
Ripping our shit ′fore we hop into class
Six hours of sleep, now we ain't resting
Used to watch that clock waiting for the time to pass
Never too cool with the cool kids
Got a broken smile, we ain't talking no dental
Man, fuck all this paper and pencil
This not a key to my potential
So much shit that we couldn′t predict
Life pass by, now I′m feeling like shit
We move, break the flow like I'm done with my piss
We all fucked up
We some fucked up kids
Better learn what it is
Fuck a textbook, Imma swerve in the Vic
Immerse in my shit
Cursed to the waves till I learn how to swim
My own therapist
Summer nights, with my homies drinking beer
Didn′t like the taste but the bottle so clear
When we took them shots, smoked them cigs
Whatever gave us a ticket to get outta here
And that's high school, now it′s college
I been made mistakes I ain't proud of
Back when I first bought a pack of Newports or condoms
Back when I had the ear buds, never lost ′em
Always wore a hoodie with some skinny jeans
After class with the bros in the car
Nicotine
That was that Burnt Juice and Burnt Pods
Back when I still hid my shit from my Pops
Back when we did donuts in the lot
Front of Five and Below, keeping watch for the cops
Back when I still had holes in my socks
And my shoes always dirty, and my voice not dropped
Back when high school felt so claustrophobic
Slitting my hips to help mental coping
Getting high for the first time in the moment
Felt so good, now I'm soberly hoping
My friends and I would cry for the first time
Searching for a reason or the meaning of life
Talk about our plans, or our Dads, or our strifes
Back when Taco Bell was best for the price
And the long cold nights, shine
And gas station lights
Pissing off adults as we rode through the pines
Hitting up the mall not to buy anything
Cuz our jobs didn't pay for all that hype
Yeah, crazy how things change
From the lonely-ass nights but fast paced days
On the same old roads at the same damn time
And the same old thoughts about getting laid
But, but, but now we getting paid
Put our pride to the side and face how we changed
And I don′t regret a thing ′cept I didn't see it coming
How many memories were made
Past 7:20
AM (O.F. FM)
Gotta wake the fuck up (Banging on your FM)
It a new day, it a new day, it a new day
Better wake up
Better wake up
Better wake up
It a new day
Don′t waste shit and make it the same
