’99 DAYDREAM

[Intro]
We’re recording
1… 2… 3…
Ho-How do you do it JR?
I feel like I’ve been waiting on this shit for ten years
Sending love to you if you heard me before
And uh, if you’re brand new...

[Verse]
Welcome to the family, keepers of the best kept secret
I grew up in the pines, all rhymes, no reason
The kid got imagination flowing on tap
Pouring fantasies up and overflowing your flask
Remember boredom in class, mouth running
I could never dance but I was always jittering
Bugging, felt wrong to focus
I was doing the dash with no hall pass
Shooting hoops in the middle of stats
Come back to class sweating, teach look at me sideways
Probably gave half the faculty migraines
Sorry Mr. Johnson, I know I was acting like an animal
My pops called the psych up, he wrote me for the antidote
But I don’t take the pills, they criss-cross my energy
I’m just wired different, it's bad news for the enemy
I can see the record 3 dimensional before it’s made
Been that way since young summers burnt across my shoulder blades
All the way to 17, sitting, stoking flames
Youth patrolling like a motorcade, roll for days
Funny, we would sit and just stare at the big dipper
Feeling right in the moment before the moment got bigger
And everything was dope, breathing O2 kilos
We all were trying to get lucky, never the casino
Every street in Hampden got my footprints on it
Aliens will probably find my bike treads in a fossil
Fuel the saucer up, dip to Mars, or something ‘round a different star
JR SPECS pull up in a maze like a minotaur
I’m white-hot with the wax wings
So this fly shit about to drop, who’s asking?
I see triple digits in the crowd, that’s a good start
I said some shit but I like to think I still got a good heart
Started in the purple notebook in like 2010
I don’t fuck with fame, just let me wake up and spit again
But as for today, the whole planet’s sick and dying
Or they’re hiding out, lotta time to think
Lotta things to think and rhyme about
So maybe you could put your hands together like the time is out
And listen to this new shit you could bite with your piranha mouth
Fuck the interstate, I’ve been on backroad-kinda routes
Rushing it is for the birds, saw my shit go kinda south
So I take my time and tell these tales now since I got plenty
At home writing this in 2020
I've done so much spacing off, this all could be in my mind
A daydream that began in 1999, hold up