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The kid was homeless, wore the same clothes for months
My pops kicked out me out, I know y’all seen em on the news
Shoutout Nova, Mr. Butler, Jesse, Kaleb,

me on some bullshit but I got to see another night
A couple months passed so this incident was recently
Lemme start by putting a middle finger to EPD

What’s the point of love
What’s the point of love
If you ain’t getting enough
I ain’t seen you in a while
It’s been a couple months
The equation with

to share it with you before the air turns misty
Hours of wandering in the streets had lead me astray
In the unusual warmth and dampness of that gold month

a boat long gone now away on a lake
It's only now you're getting hit by the wake

And driving just last month
A couple times there in my car
I caught

a whole 180
Now she telling me to wait
(Wait)
She in the passenger seat handful of food with no dinner plate
Have been that dude picking up an eighth
Cap it

I pull up to the stop street, fingers tapping to the beat
Smile and point at the Big Issue on my passenger seat
A couple months out of date, but it's

than couple funds by the end of the month 
My niggas active making prof
While them paigon yutes still envy us
They can keep on watching us
Cos they ain't

I really am though
Gluten free and dipping the crib, i'm trying to bando
A rebel on this ship, going lit, going Lando
But i'm Stallone, i'm by myself,

packed and creeping 
Then out the passenger seat
This dude jumps out 
And starts interrogating 
Hand on his his heat
Ay yo
Yo check it that's the guy right

hold it pop it for me and a never do me wrong 
Ion think so so I’m doin what I want different bitch every month yea I got this hoes for show
Baby it’s

it’s great
I don’t have zoom!
Zoom out
Zoom out
Zoom out
See the big picture


Months pass by, time flies away
The streets are too crowded again.

I put my addy in phone
Hour 45 home
Damn I hate to be alone
Especially when I'm drunk
DUI last month
Super speed $285 w bags of weed in my trunk
Oh

hoe
With the shit to which motherfuckers smoke that dope
Never ever needing soap
Another two months before the shit fully grown
Rent to own
Playing

Now you can catch me sliding through ya city inna caddy witcha TT in tha passenger seat calling me daddy, my past convictions would love to talk bout

died
A couple months after her and I ask myself why
Am I next to the sky, I'm blessed so pressure's applied
Up to my neck within the stress its check

First time we talked in months
I paid the penalty
How has your mama been?
Does she still ask 'bout me?
I ain't forgot 'bout us but please refresh my

Don't be a passenger in the pasture who just passively dwells
Pass me the shells, pass me the meditation rug
An oasis of patience that acquaints me

to a lovely vibe we ride around the pretty town deep down we knew inside this bond gon' hurt if dis shit break so it don't hurt to try. Went from a month turnt

but I'm a grown man, I still apologized
Even reviewed your project, you acted chill like (Awh, it's fine)
Then a couple days go by, you drop a song

Raining outside
And I slide to the whip
Grip on the handle
A vandal up in the mist
Ghostface mask laying up
In the passenger seat
Grit my teeth
Knowing that

the playlist
Passenge(r) Jolly drum and thighs
Don't know why but at this time
I'm just singing its been a vibe
I can't, help it feel anxious
Vacations so god

uh
If you feeling sad uh
I could be the one to hold you down
Sit in my passenger side
I'll be here for you day & night
Love, love that's what I call it

remember when I've seen them

'Cause the days they bleed
Making months out of weeks
Took me long before I noticed
That we're back in the place
Where you