Intro (Coming of Age)

[Verse 1: Taylor Bennet]
I want it more than yesterday
And yes its showin'
I got a bust down Rollie
I was a bust down poet
[?] we all went global
Only nigga to go oval when they say circles can't stretch
Shit, if I was really that nice
I wouldn't have all this shit
I wouldn't have all my friends
I probably wouldn't have my -
Because if I ain't have music
Then I wouldn't exist
Vacate the stratosphere when I put these fumes to my lips
It was always soundtracks when I was losin' my shit
Just for comfort or cirumfrence on how high I could get
How far I could run or
How much I ain't know
Now I'm part of the show
Not just the artist, you know
How many favourite artists did you have and where did they go?
Movin' these people mouths like puppets
And then watchin' them grow
And never lettin' them go
Gepetto records on repeat
Now watch the real boy glow
Nothin' tougher than James Brown and muddy water with dishes
Diana Ross in the kitchen
Poitier on television
The few freedoms we were given
So submissive to the picture that is played when they deliver
In the streets it makes a difference
See my skin shade and I quiver
I think the key to segregation is the lack of conversation
So was fear perpetuation to isolate our nation
No more paralysed sedation
Just be patient
But momma, I'm a spaceship
They say I got a strong shot
Come on ma', let me chase it
I want it more than grade 6
In junior high I stayed lit
Tryna find some TV characters that I relate with
Blame it all on D. W. Griffith and the slave ships
Real talk boy, I was made for this
The systematic structure
Go ahead and put some waves in it
Cut back on these sugar, drinks and drugs to raise a stable kid
Cause I don't want commercial vibes
Just marathon the way we live
Said I don't want commercial vibes
Just marathon the way we live

[Bridge: Taylor Bennett & Verner]
I don't wanna go home at night (night)
Let's sing more rock and roll
Don't tell me that it's not my type (not my type)
Please don't speak in codes again
[?] that's right (that's right)
Turn me up and smoke again (smoke again)
[?]
Oh, what a night it's been
Frankie Lymon, I'm such a fool (such a fool)
But I'll fall in love again
Cause all my life
I was only waiting
On this moment to arrive again

[Refrain]
Back in the days, when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
Sometimes, I sit and wish I was a kid again
So if I'm not back again some time tomorrow
Ooh, child
Some things never change
It's just the way it is
Some things will never be the same

[Verse 2 / Outro]
The air, is poison
I sing song
If we tread lightly
Call me anything but dismissive
Or passive aggressive
Focus on movements
Not the symbols or message
Yes, I confess
God moves through these vessels
Vest-less, restless, from 79th to Telsas
You cannot manifest this
That's why it's a hard concept
For artists to movie directors
You cannot project or protect the message
Or the messenger
See that's not a job for him and her
Thoughts of adding colour to black and white pictures just made it hurt
We all wanna leave our mark on this earth so we can live forever
I used to want that too, but with that life I can't have heaven
See I was trippin', oversteppin'
Tryin' to reach when I saw reference
Thinking lessons were not lectures
And these diamonds do come with pressure
All the extras have to exit
I got purpose, I got blessings
And I wan't y'all to get the message