Wings and Fat Fries

[Intro]
Get her to teach us under them bleachers, get them teachers under them bleachers

[Verse 1]
My soul need answers so I search, high up in the clouds off of Earth
Baby take a twinge of that herb, it's looking like you been hurt
And really I ain't nothing like a flirt, If you took a chance we could probably make this work
Your soul on fire, I can stand to get burnt
Remember high school when niggas got turnt
And we tried to make a pass at our teachers, get her to teach us under them bleachers
Shawty with a big ol' butt named Demetria
Her love missile, it was heat seeking
I used to be a rapper but I wasn't really beefing
Became an MC when your mans studied ether, I mean
I only made tracks to impress the women, an now I guess I'm tryna make a difference
Tryna go against the wave, go against the grain, study all the craft that got Big paid
What caught my eye in like 6th grade, same songs that got my pops laid
Got me so deep never want to leave, Ash put in work where's my Goldeen
We can take it back to the first time, first time that you caught me

[Hook]
What's poppin for the night, the ADHD our veins is running high
Assassinate my character, I'm still fine
I got more soul than them wings n fat fries

[Verse 2]
My soul need answers so I search, high up in the clouds off of Earth
Baby take a twinge of that herb, it's looking like you been hurt
And my ADHD runs deep in my veins, if i found my heart I'd trace it with my pain
Run into a window pane, on a hydroplane, looking like 90s Jane has struck again
Truth be told, I'ma vanity slave, Guess that's why I never stack my J's
Once again, let the struggle begin, young college kid with no scholarships
Man, let the 16 spit where the propane hit, put my whole mixtape on your grocery list
These the type of songs you don't hear no more
Take ya favorite milk, let the pink go pour
Ignorance is bliss, go and catch the allure
Open up your heart let me reach your core
And I know that this the first time, but I can give you more, cus you
Got me so deep never want to leave, Ash put in work where's my Goldeen
We can take it back to the first time, first time that you caught me

[Hook]
(repeat)

Got so much soul, I think I'm Malcolm for the night
Them drugged up lethal hits
We sit in gold chairs and take reefer hits
They need a hit, drugged up like reefer hits
Blown out, I need to split