Lost Boys

[Intro]
Ah-hahahaha
The Coffee *slurp*

[Verse 1]
Yah
Shit, I ain't never getting older
Never growing up
I'm a lost boy like everyone
Can suck on a nut
Da fuck is up
Momma know
I never let her kiss and tell
She loyal to the soil
Copped it from alive and well
And I mean we might as well
Shit I put upon a bell
She say shit, by twenty-five
We either dead or in jail
May first
Acceptance letters all up in the mail
Got me on the right track
But what it cost to blaze the trail
A semester costs about twenty
A year was twenty-I'm out
If you can't cough up that money
These niggas close the door
So I'm here in this drop
Tryna make a living out my eldest hobby
Like, college sounded good
But that shit ain't for everybody
So what I mean, right now
More than anything is some treat
Some papers, my B.M
Tell her everything is on deal[?]
We gon' ride this thing
'Till whatever, no degree
Yes, as we destined with no investments
So destiny didn't pick us, aye

[Hook]
A couple lost kids on they Peter Pan
I be a lost boy on this Peter Pan
Peter Pan, Peter Pan, Peter-Peter Pan (its magic)

[Verse 2]
He go damn damn David
It's getting tiring, ain't it?
You tell your momma you rapping
You tell me she don't stop praying
Like lord I hope he playing
Lord I hope she save it
All the freaky tricks for me
Cause lord knows I've been waiting
Man, I'm killing these niggas that hail from my city
That's prolly the reason they ain't fucking with me
That's prolly the reason I stick to myself
Maybe that's why he's reluctant to help
That's prolly the reason she say we can't be together
Next day I had a ball and the next day I found one better, hey

[Bridge]
They say you can't have, you can't get either, too
Well I just want a piece of it
The homies say the future bring change
Well I just wanna see something
And I got money on me when the going get rough
They got money on me there just isn't enough of it
When my mind right with the bullet hindsight
Gotta keep the vibes good, baby (the vibes)

[Verse 3]
Yo
I might be growing out my backpacking phase
Twenties from my momma in my purse, jack and daze
Causing all type of drama on the seven back from Laskin
First time I ever hit the way she tell me pace it
Pace it, pace it
Lil' homie gon' pace it
If I tell her I will rap
I don't know how she gon' take it
First kiss, [?] slap it on her face, shit
At least here I think we was in third grade, shit
Made shit from nothing
They ain't give me nothing
First place critics saying
They ain't winning nothing
I'm just pumping crowds
Coming down from another clap
Underground
Young, humble filthy nigga
Get a listen, those dudes nothing
Dave does do tracks justice
But dudes only really want to
Use snooze buttons
They sleeping on me often
Passing out my offering
Guess I had to bring you guys the coffin
A.D

[Hook]
Now I'm a lost boy, I'm on my Peter Pan
Be some lost boys on our Peter Pan
Peter Pan, Peter Pan, Peter-Peter Pan

[Bridge]
Yeah, yo yo, menno
They say you can't have, you can't get either, too
Well I just want a piece of it
The homies say the future bring change
Well I just wanna see something
And I got money on me when the going get rough
They got money on me there just isn't enough of it
When my mind right with the bullet hindsight
Gotta keep the vibes good, baby (keep the vibes good)

[Outro]
Cul-de-sac kingin'
Cul-de-sac kingin'
This is The Coffee EP
I am Dave B
This is the rose petal
I know y'all have a good time
Nigga