Young
Just when you thought
You knew who ran this shit
I sprinted
Split the ribbon
Stomping shit
Like when you start to taste the filter
Not convinced
The radius of the winning circle
Not big as you would think
Never sold me solely on clout
I'm checking out without a thing
Got only
What I brought with me
Luggage bag
Of old concert tees
Enough Nike's
For a whole soccer team
Priorities on the property
Prepared to throw the cash
In a fire pit
Trying hard not to overstep
With certain people
I pretend not to miss
Walking hot on that parapet
Unharnessed and
I'm tripping still
Holes in my hands
I'm embarrassed
Knowing that I will
Remove rocks
From my palms
Sometime again soon
If I turn my back on these
"Get back to you"s
Looking at cities
Which I can compare it too
Monetarily may be more plausible
Who will be at that airport
To tackle you
Factor in shit that is practical
Things done changed
I give thanks
To the fact
I was raised with an attitude
Found consistency
All over Plymouth county
So fuck that latitude
My homies grounded
I am young, dumb
Full of venom
Naive as they come
And still under the impression
I can stumble out with this one
Sweat out of the poison in my system
But I can't run from this one
You knew who ran this shit
I sprinted
Split the ribbon
Stomping shit
Like when you start to taste the filter
Not convinced
The radius of the winning circle
Not big as you would think
Never sold me solely on clout
I'm checking out without a thing
Got only
What I brought with me
Luggage bag
Of old concert tees
Enough Nike's
For a whole soccer team
Priorities on the property
Prepared to throw the cash
In a fire pit
Trying hard not to overstep
With certain people
I pretend not to miss
Walking hot on that parapet
Unharnessed and
I'm tripping still
Holes in my hands
I'm embarrassed
Knowing that I will
Remove rocks
From my palms
Sometime again soon
If I turn my back on these
"Get back to you"s
Looking at cities
Which I can compare it too
Monetarily may be more plausible
Who will be at that airport
To tackle you
Factor in shit that is practical
Things done changed
I give thanks
To the fact
I was raised with an attitude
Found consistency
All over Plymouth county
So fuck that latitude
My homies grounded
I am young, dumb
Full of venom
Naive as they come
And still under the impression
I can stumble out with this one
Sweat out of the poison in my system
But I can't run from this one
Credits
Writer(s): No Legs
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