[Intro: Trey Coachman]
They say go to college and get that degree
It’s was a lot different, what I expected
This is for my 20 somethings out there
Yeah it’s Trey

[Verse:]
5AM and still cutting up all that conversation
We started hours ago
We flow seamless through topics
Like tailors had intentions on the low
We know this late, happiness waits on the conscious
Na, the nights been nonsense
Speaking Spanish to buy flores from a Cuban
Ukraian push the bike pedals
Looking global with all my movements
But inside the kid is very disheveled, Why?
'Cause my actions ain't congruent with my values
So check me like I'm walking out any store
Suit or sweatsuit on
You know they itemize cause
The checks ink match the color I habitually wore
Son what am I doing?
Walking in way to suave
And the girls look bad in spandex like half past always
As you said the impact has more power than the intention
But damn we didn't think that it'll be like this, huh
But how are you not knowing what you're doing but still have happiness through your day to day
Maybe I need to switch lanes cause every moment I turn I can relate more to Training Day
Fuck what I know, what can I prove
Ain't nothing the same since we walked across the stage
A peaceful ending but non of us knew what the fuck was up and tried to stretch our luck onto the next page
Hey I'm just saying
I'm a self aware mess that can't patch through to my inner motives
I understand I need to work to reach the happiness while the price be above the quotas
But If this college debt doesn't reflect all the progress I've made under half of a decade
Keep it pushing past these fuckers that say pause I'm a let it play
Yeah
'Cause yes I'm human in the base of it
But our tone makes it difficult to face the shit
For the standards that are set
Cats starting on the top floor
While I'm cracking locks in the basement
In this race I'll get a gram when it all hits left
Shut up and let the smoke air out
'Cause cash can't change the past underneath the bandage
Don’t show the scars ‘cause that’s when they clear out
Forget those has beens
'Cause on this side I’ve been rolling up more needing a space to talk
Not to harp on bad decisions
But to cope with all these moments
I want to take lessons by the minute
Assess my progress in the beginning, middle, and end
Knowing what's right and limits may support forgiveness
But going to far go against the waves
I can't be mad if I've crashed like Edmund Fitz
'Cause Gerald on Zug Island, and who am I to talk when we trying to get paid