Postcard

Mm, I'll send a postcard mom
I know you hate it when I say in a few years I'll be gone
Build a house with a wife and some kids
Been rapping in my room in my parents crib
This is it, my last few years
I know they laugh, but they won't when I'm gone outta here
And when I am imma show you all what I got
This mixtape just a sample of a bigger crop, mm

Rough times, but she got me through them loosely
Bought a couple presents and we watched a couple movies
It was Christmas when I lost her in a instant
I know I have the chance, but you know I'm gonna miss it
I'm twisted but they tell me that I'm gifted
And that I got some talent
And that I shouldn't waste it
I've been thinking out loud
My teachers try to help me out but I wouldn't shout my mouth
If I tried a little harder, I could've been smarter
But I guess I chose my path when I started skipping math
Brag about it in my songs, yeah
Hoping somebody will laugh, yeah

Couple things that I wish I never told her
We were young but now we getting older
Words had no meaning now they getting bolder
Everybody's colder, wishing I could hold her
But I can't cause life is not a movie
Stop living in this dreamland and wake up to reality
Before your brain gets sensitive and can't take the pain
If you living in denial, you'll be going insane, ha
That's why we need these postcards and these memories
Send a couple to my friends, a couple to my family
See you when I'm famous, and I'm living with the finer things
You could've helped me out but you chose to hate on all my dreams

Don't waste away
Cause I'll see it all one day
Imma go to all these places
And Imma take a picture for you
For you

Imma write a postcard, postcard
Write about my life and how I'm doing okay
(Yeah, yeah)
Imma write a postcard, postcard
Write about my life and how I'm doing just okay
Just okay

When the city is asleep we go chasing what we can
All these people with they knives and their signs for the gram
I don't wanna change but we need a change of plan
Hold my hand on my heart, hold my heart with my hand
Do you see it though, do you see what I could be? (Nah)
Take a little time out cause I've started thinking shitty things like
Am I dying? Am I cursed? Do I need a little therapy?
Cause every single part of me, has finally had enough of me
You know, I've been writing when it's dark out
The stars been shining bright making me just want to go out
And walk the streets with all my friends
Before this all comes to an end
Childhood is just a chapter of this book, it's just began, shit

I had Gambino on my stereo
And I was playing Mario Odyssey with Jack's control
Bought this shit a year ago, never had it on the go
There's a letter for you, Oli, open up the envelope

And although I've been doing this for years now
This the first time that it's brought down to tears, wow
Ain't that something, I took my parents advice
I did it all my way, and now I'm doing what I like
For a living? Not yet, although I'm counting down the days till when
I make an album as a job and not just play pretend
Inside my head, dream big or go home
Playing Ivy through the phone cause his lyrics, shit, they gold

I'll do this till I'm old, at least I hope so
I go round and round until I find my home
And you ain't ready for it, no, you don't even know
What I'm getting ready, like I'm cooking on the stove
So I'll be back in a bit, don't you worry, imma go on tour
Postcard, did you get it through you door today?
I hope you did, I hope you did, and you know what I'm gonna say

Don't waste away
Cause I'll see it all one day
Imma go to all these places
And Imma take a picture for you
For you

Imma write a postcard, postcard
Write about my life and how I'm doing okay
(Yeah, yeah)
Imma write a postcard, postcard
Write about my life and how I'm doing just okay
Just okay

Don't waste away
Cause I'll see it all one day
Imma go to all these places
And Imma take a picture for you
For you

Imma write a postcard, postcard
Write about my life and how I'm doing okay
Imma write a postcard, postcard
Write about my life and how I'm doing just okay
Just okay