Lyrics
Have you ever split a cigarello down the middle and it's filled with all trees?
Have you ever dropped a tab of acid with a girl and thought about it all week?
Have you ever thought about the planet in the future, stressin' where we'll all be?
Have you ever sat still and meditated? Have you ever?
Northwestern Mutual callin'
Conversation 'bout some money, all the usual talkin'
Advising me on my life, as if that dude could've solved it
Half black, half a Asian, I'm the usual target
Only focused on the present, all the past shit away
Even though a nigga glad what happened back in the day
I come from a town where fuckboys get slapped in the face
I was hoopin' with Mell, met Zay and laughin' with Tre
Teaching me how to write is something he would do
If you ever come at the District, nigga, we will shoot
Put the city on my back like every holiday
I'm the Young Bruce Springsteen, I would say
I can see the sun rising and I see your face
My heart skips a beat and I don't know what to say
When I think about the past and know where I came
I just don't know what...