October 27th

[Hook]
[x2]
A youngings favorite words was sorry
Now fuck ya feelings
So when I pull up to the party
I say good riddance
For all deez niggas plotting on me
And how I’m living
I need dis more than anybody is comprehending

[Verse 1]
You might see me throw up the peace sign
But I make a fist in the meantime
I’m ready for action at all times
So you better not cross over deez lines
Like Captain America one time
I’m tryna avenge all the dreams I
Just held in my pocket since small child
Just how ima do it’s the question
So I can afford to go rest now
Got hella deez hurdles to jump now
But nigga like Sonic, hit up down
They praying I don’t hit a touchdown
I’m tryna go figure my life out
And dammit, I’m almost 18 now
So I gotta juke da police now
And finally finish the green mile
But I be so Tokyo Drift
Dat niggas turn up when I spit
So if you complain or throw fits
I won’t need to talk about shit
See I make a scene when I’m lit
Might haul off and slang my fists
Been tryna contain my shit
Tonight I might break my wrist

[Hook]
[x2]
A youngings favorite words was sorry
Now fuck ya feelings
So when I pull up to the party
I say good riddance
For all deez niggas plotting on me
And how I’m living
I need dis more than anybody is comprehending