Welcome
Turn it up a little bit, in my headphones (Yeah)
Volar
Hello boys and girls, this is my mixtape
Had to hop off the commode and get my shit straight
Young adolescent, absent, present here to pass the present to the future kids
Like Future kids did for his sake
But I'm a Pantheist, the hipster world's manliest
The sickle cellin', gas inhalin' movie analyst
The star gazing, car spacious on my Santa shit
That's three ho's, out my way like some free throws
I got some friends that'll patch you like you need clothes
They from my old life, bullshitting, D. Rose
We're the kids that made something out of needles
And need those zebra print Yeezy's on my feet soles
Yeah, we up in the sky like where the streets go
Baby girl see this life through the peep holes
And I ain't the type to see through a sequel
I do it best the first time so you don't have to see those
I'm vanishing, tryna drop another one and get Asahd to manage it
I was setting picnics while them niggas was panicking
2 for 20 buffalo wings with me a Spanish chick
She go to talking fast and know I cannot understand the shit
But fuck it, we came to kick a bucket
We came to throw a party, and to disturb the public
Girls waving bras around the city like it's lost and found
And singing all my sounds, word for word, and noun for noun
Yeah, this the life I'm living and it's so profound
So tell them rookies to get lost like some fucking pounds
Baby girl we finally made it, take a look around
Baby girl we finally made it, let me tell you how
Volar
Hello boys and girls, this is my mixtape
Had to hop off the commode and get my shit straight
Young adolescent, absent, present here to pass the present to the future kids
Like Future kids did for his sake
But I'm a Pantheist, the hipster world's manliest
The sickle cellin', gas inhalin' movie analyst
The star gazing, car spacious on my Santa shit
That's three ho's, out my way like some free throws
I got some friends that'll patch you like you need clothes
They from my old life, bullshitting, D. Rose
We're the kids that made something out of needles
And need those zebra print Yeezy's on my feet soles
Yeah, we up in the sky like where the streets go
Baby girl see this life through the peep holes
And I ain't the type to see through a sequel
I do it best the first time so you don't have to see those
I'm vanishing, tryna drop another one and get Asahd to manage it
I was setting picnics while them niggas was panicking
2 for 20 buffalo wings with me a Spanish chick
She go to talking fast and know I cannot understand the shit
But fuck it, we came to kick a bucket
We came to throw a party, and to disturb the public
Girls waving bras around the city like it's lost and found
And singing all my sounds, word for word, and noun for noun
Yeah, this the life I'm living and it's so profound
So tell them rookies to get lost like some fucking pounds
Baby girl we finally made it, take a look around
Baby girl we finally made it, let me tell you how
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Writer(s): Dechristopher Wyche
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