Swimming Hole
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
Its warm out
Like the shit we being warned bout
Hows life
Uphill with no sword out
Skateboard out
Used to try cool shit
Fucked up
Then im gone pout
Longboard for the short route
Or coming down a fucking damn mount
Craft the shit up in my head ouch
Mama always fuckin slap me in the head
Cuz she aint believe these bars that i spit out
Getting in and watching get out
But a nigga still love a white girl oppressing people from the penthouse
I'm just tryna figure shit out
Fight depression, shit my ribs out
Parents what me in a big house
Coppers want him in the big house
Path the different way of same route
Not understanding what this shit bout
But a nigga changing in this shit got him lookin like a damn fount
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self made
Get my parents gold
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self made
Get my parents gold
What you tryna do
I ain't tryna move
Life seems possible aye.
Talk to animals
Sitting by a pool
Make me comfortable aye
They saying that my mind scattered
But they caught up in the system
Fuck it up
And it don't matter
See the don to give the boy laughter
With Darryl matt and bo
So we that we could rule the world after
But still gone be cautious
We enjoy the water but know it's costing
Run a million miles and when I'm exhausted
We dive in swimming holes to find what we lost in aye
Runnin like a hundred horses
Till we surrounded by wild roses
Burn the trees but not the ones where the crows sit
Tryna get the picture so a nigga must focus
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
Its warm out
Like the shit we being warned bout
Hows life
Uphill with no sword out
Skateboard out
Used to try cool shit
Fucked up
Then im gone pout
Longboard for the short route
Or coming down a fucking damn mount
Craft the shit up in my head ouch
Mama always fuckin slap me in the head
Cuz she aint believe these bars that i spit out
Getting in and watching get out
But a nigga still love a white girl oppressing people from the penthouse
I'm just tryna figure shit out
Fight depression, shit my ribs out
Parents what me in a big house
Coppers want him in the big house
Path the different way of same route
Not understanding what this shit bout
But a nigga changing in this shit got him lookin like a damn fount
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self made
Get my parents gold
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self made
Get my parents gold
What you tryna do
I ain't tryna move
Life seems possible aye.
Talk to animals
Sitting by a pool
Make me comfortable aye
They saying that my mind scattered
But they caught up in the system
Fuck it up
And it don't matter
See the don to give the boy laughter
With Darryl matt and bo
So we that we could rule the world after
But still gone be cautious
We enjoy the water but know it's costing
Run a million miles and when I'm exhausted
We dive in swimming holes to find what we lost in aye
Runnin like a hundred horses
Till we surrounded by wild roses
Burn the trees but not the ones where the crows sit
Tryna get the picture so a nigga must focus
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
Dive up in the crowd like a swimming hole
All my niggas asking how you get this cold
Steady cooking in the kitchen tho
Imma take my time nigga check ya roll
Isaiah stacking up the digits yo
Words could touch ya spirit and ya physical
If I got the water let it drip for u
Still be self-made
Get my parents gold
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Writer(s): Isaiah Horton
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