[Intro: dreablu]
Where the hell are you?
It's literally been, like, three days now
You still haven't picked up the phone
What the fuck, Josh?
Ugh

[Verse 1]
Damn, it's still an awful summer
Big bumping in a Hummer
Been busy burning rubber, maintaining it undercover
The ice is gorgeous on my earlobes, look like bunny rabbits
Spend all my money on nothing, it's just a funny habit, really
Never had a bag to put my shit in
Spent my adolescence searching for a pit to fit in
Not a penny to my name and now I'm chasing millions
Used to fake a smile, now there ain't nobody realer
Than me, I'm a lil' god, demi
Towing Toyotas in a bigger truck, semi
Uh, the kid been getting jiggy off the Remy
I'm a butcher on these beats, like Benny
Really straight edge until I entered the military
Shit was hairy, four years later and shit is getting scary
Broke my fam in half the day I started looking after me
Popping off bottle tops on couches and busy passing weed
Often talking on future moments and avidly dismissive
So I guess that their feelings became a casualty
It's saddening
But in sixty years, it won't matter
We gon' end up as a couple bullet points of raw data
So I'ma grab the ladder and climb it
Never mind the past, I'm never looking behind me
What's the point of living? Dawg, I'm trying to find it
So if I get in your way, don't mind me
[Chorus]
We gon' take a field trip with this shit
Never catch me lacking or acting new on a bitch
Too focused on all the different avenues with which
I could find success, be myself, and still get rich
We gon' take a field trip with the gang
Worried 'bout my speed and you might swerve up out ya lane
Love to level up because I'd hate to stay the same
Just a couple months ago, you'd think I was insane, huh

[Verse 2]
No one more inside their mind than I, though
I could paint a picture of my mental with my eyes closed
You got you and yours, I'll be taking care of mines, bro
Heard me through the grapevine
You a plant and I'm a wino, ya dig?
After everything is said and done
There's a solo spot and I'm not taking less than one
Tripped up, tightened my laces, and go for run
And won't stop moving until Sula hits the Sun
Go figure, gotta break it down like compost
No switching 'til I rest my feet at Palm Coast
Sixteen ways to get it on my own, Tom Holt
Measure up to me, need bigger rulers, no boast

[Chorus]
And we gon' take a field trip with this shit
Never catch me lacking or acting new on a bitch
Too focused on all the different avenues with which
I could find success, be myself, and still get rich
We gon' take a field trip with the gang
Worried 'bout my speed and you might swerve up out ya lane
Love to level up because I'd hate to stay the same
Just a couple months ago, you'd think I was insane, huh
[Outro]
And we gon' run some missions on these opps
Bring me up to bat and see me beating up the block
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