Hum

[Verse 1]
Ripsticking on driveways I didn't know
Hop scotch on playgrounds when I was four
Crying at night time when my crush didn't let me know
She didn't wanna know
But that's ok cus I was still a little immature
Hit the fiddle then quit cus I didn't want no shows
Run back quick cus I realized i need some more
October orange reminds me of a time with no cold

[Verse 2]
High school scary, but not very
I 'member thinking my peers would care if I wore a cool hat
But screw that I was too jacked to do that
Flew back to new paths so I could do rap
I knew that this is something that I was cool at
But true facts led me to think I can't do bad
I blew that and now I'm thinking whats the new wrath
Who's that looking at me like they new dad

[Verse 3]
A little ignorant, but my pigment was ignant
Didn't think chasing women would take away all my dignity
But I see these trees were not meant to be
I mean Jesus what I see is that he's clean
But it's ok cus Im still only seventeen
Got like twenty more years guaranteed
So why speed?
I might need
A bit more time to find me
So in the meantime I'd like you to find a new set of speakers
Cus you don't need us, son
Why would you sleep? huh
Please redirect your screens to a new set of TV's
You don't need me, see, when I don't need to be
Inside your TV screen, I can't rhyme
But in that time I hope that you are ok and are doing fine
When I lie and say that I'm fine
Just go like
"Ok that really cool, I hope that you are good in school and
The kids maybe think that you're a little bit cool"
They don't
But I don't
So why go
And try to
Invite you
To my boat
When im home
At night you

[Verse 4]
I've learned a lot
Despite being a little hot
Headed at times, especially writing lines
I'm blessed to have had your time
A lesson is in these lines
I'm stressing the best man
At my wedding could do a crime
But it's not that serious, ok
I'm just getting delirious
My peers make me fear if I'm
Ok with this shit right here and I
Can't seem to bottle it
Into an alcoholic so I'm boutta just
Smoke a ton of weed
Is that too obvious?
I'm honestly just scared
But at the same time I really do not care
It's like I'm scared of the carelessness in my hair
And it's
Infiltrating my lair and it's
Dissipating the layers it
Just seems to be the one thing I can't declare and it's
Got me thinking, am I ok?
Will I be alright in this writing thing?
Is there a small amount of options in this shit?
It's as if I was screaming help but I'm too quiet so it fell
Into the pit that is my emptiness
The bottom of the well
Don't know how I felt