Ice Cream Analogy

[Intro]
Feliz Season

[Chorus]
Put me on a track, Imma swerve on it
If there’s somewhere where I’m lacking, Imma work on it
Puffed chest, gotta put a t-shirt on it
I, wanna be the best version of it
Put me on a track, Imma swerve on it
If there’s somewhere where I’m lacking, Imma work on it
Puffed chest, gotta put a t-shirt on it
But if the race is a medley, I’ll come first on it

[Post-Chorus]
Word on it
Word on the street, I’ve got a big purse in my jeans pocket
You're like “What does that mean? You don’t even wear jeans”
“I know you’re tryna flex, can you please stop it”
Sometimes I can’t help it
Keen to receive an extra helping
Sun’s bright, ice cream on the cone steady melting
Spent less time eating it than tryna buy it

[Verse 1]
That’s kinda like my life on a daily basis
Spend my time so quick and I can’t replace it
But rather than spending it on what it’s worth
I waste it on my own wants ‘cause my mind’s in the now
I ain’t thinking ‘bout the long run
I rarely ever get my day’s jobs done
I say “I’ll do it tomorrow, ain’t no problem”
But that’s the problem, procrastination

[Pre-Chorus]
I have to face it, young boy mentality
Can’t switch my mindset magically
Gonna have to shift from it gradually
I know it’s daunting but I’ve got no other option if I wanna do well in life
Instead of worrying about getting ice cream on your fingers
Make the most out of the experience, will ya?

[Chorus]
Put me on a track, Imma swerve on it
If there’s somewhere where I’m lacking, Imma work on it
Puffed chest, gotta put a t-shirt on it
I, wanna be the best version of it
Put me on a track, Imma swerve on it
If there’s somewhere where I’m lacking, Imma work on it
Puffed chest, gotta put a t-shirt on it
But if the race is a medley, I’ll come first on it

[Post-Chorus]
Word on it
Word on the street, I’ve got a big brain behind my sunnies
You're like “What does that mean? You don’t even wear these”
“I know you’re tryna flex, stop tryna be funny”
Sometimes I can’t help it
Keen to receive an extra helping
Sun’s bright, ice cream on the cone steady melting
Oh, I still eat it slow with pleasure, no stressing

[Verse 2]
But how can you not stress when it’s dripping all over
That’s kinda like my life, hiding my true emotions
When I got good ones I make sure y’all notice
But when they are bad I choose to not show them
Folded up in my back pocket
Tryna pay the price to be faultless but I just can’t afford this
Afraid of the judgemental, scared to be vulnerable
Did I really think I’d get comfortable by faking

[Pre-Chorus]
I have to face it, young boy mentality
Can’t switch my mindset magically
Gonna have to shift from it gradually
I know it’s daunting but I’ve got no other option if I wanna do well in life
Instead of lying to yourself by letting that ice cream drip all over ya
Devour it up, big bites, the way it feels right

[Chorus]
Put me on a track, Imma swerve on it
If there’s somewhere where I’m lacking, Imma work on it
Puffed chest, gotta put a t-shirt on it
I, wanna be the best version of it
Put me on a track, Imma swerve on it
If there’s somewhere where I’m lacking, Imma work on it
Puffed chest, gotta put a t-shirt on it
But if the race is a medley, I’ll come first on it

[Outro]
I can’t help but flex yeah
Always craving for a something little extra
Sun’s bright, ice cream on the cone steady melting
Held by a young boy I spot as I drive across the coastline