Trippin’

Can't complain I ain't rich but I'm wealthy
Got a few friends no loose ends and I'm healthy
I wish that I could see you tho
I wish that it could ever be the
The conversation I imagine in my head
The cutest lips ever touched a cigarette
Saying all the sweetest things that they said
Things that you said
And I know you started feeling so free
You should know it makes me happy to see

Guess I been trippin on my past again

Guess that I’m supposed to see
Myself as another person
Started feeling like fan fiction
Me and skrilly taking rocketships over to philly
Labor day with chance and frank and the mother fucking jermaines
Drinking mother fucking champagne
Tonight I’ll find excuses for some champagne