zip codes (feat. Bensbeendead.)
Shit was all good before you went and left the playground
Now you're starving for a taste of where you came from
Shit was all good
Real bright lights
Don't lose sight
Go ahead and close your eyes
Go ahead and close your eyes
Lavender smoke
Strawberry eyes
The fruits of my life
Concrete the lows
Acadia highs
Zips on my side
Coded my rhymes
It's all for my guys
It's all for my guys
Closing my eyes
Shit was just right
Shit was all good before you went and left the playground
Now you're starving for a taste of where you came from
Shit was all good
Real bright lights
Don't lose sight
Go ahead and close your eyes
Real bright lights
Don't lose sight
I said I'm about to break
You can see it in my face
Called my boy the other day
He said do you feel okay?
Depends on how you frame it
It depends on what you say
He said you ain't growing up, you just getting old
Streaming numbers out here looking like a zip code
I couldn't, I couldn't even tell my momma
I was, I was, I was breathing out the bottle
I was, I was, I was leaning towards nirvana
Pleading back and forth with Allah, reaping all my fathers karma
I was, I was
I was wondering what the fuck is the problem
Now you're starving for a taste of where you came from
Shit was all good
Real bright lights
Don't lose sight
Go ahead and close your eyes
Go ahead and close your eyes
Lavender smoke
Strawberry eyes
The fruits of my life
Concrete the lows
Acadia highs
Zips on my side
Coded my rhymes
It's all for my guys
It's all for my guys
Closing my eyes
Shit was just right
Shit was all good before you went and left the playground
Now you're starving for a taste of where you came from
Shit was all good
Real bright lights
Don't lose sight
Go ahead and close your eyes
Real bright lights
Don't lose sight
I said I'm about to break
You can see it in my face
Called my boy the other day
He said do you feel okay?
Depends on how you frame it
It depends on what you say
He said you ain't growing up, you just getting old
Streaming numbers out here looking like a zip code
I couldn't, I couldn't even tell my momma
I was, I was, I was breathing out the bottle
I was, I was, I was leaning towards nirvana
Pleading back and forth with Allah, reaping all my fathers karma
I was, I was
I was wondering what the fuck is the problem
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Writer(s): Brendan Bennett
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