MILAN
I woke up on some new shit
Ain't tryna lay up on the couch
Man, I'm tryna do shit
I blew the dust off the bucket list and planned a few trips
I got a genie, tell 'em where I been, they tell me you wish
Then I walked to the corner store, same shit I did before
Same shit it's hitting for, I don't know why
But it was different this time
I started taking my time
I know the birds sing they songs, but I listened this time
I took a look at the trees
I touched bark with my hand
Didn't run from the bees
I let 'em rest on my pants
I got a bad li woke chick, way OT
She smell like palo santo, act like A-O-C
She got a house in Milan, and I can stay all week
Shawty love my vibe, and she could meet my needs
I said the world so heavy, let go if I let me
Thelma in my head she, up there with aunt Betty
Wipe away my tears, I should call my 'beppe
Bebe done raised every cousin in my family
Took the route, I hop out
Took a look around
If your life was a book, what your book about?
You was lost, now you smile
Tell me what you found
In the clouds, we came up from underneath the ground, uh
Gotta pay it forward
They look at me like the homie
That told them to keep on going
They talk to me 'bout they story
We giving each other roses
I never bottle my feelings
I rather bottle the moment
It was good times
Met my favorite author, got my book signed
Auntie saw the show and say I'm good live
It's always see you later, never goodbye
Ain't tryna lay up on the couch
Man, I'm tryna do shit
I blew the dust off the bucket list and planned a few trips
I got a genie, tell 'em where I been, they tell me you wish
Then I walked to the corner store, same shit I did before
Same shit it's hitting for, I don't know why
But it was different this time
I started taking my time
I know the birds sing they songs, but I listened this time
I took a look at the trees
I touched bark with my hand
Didn't run from the bees
I let 'em rest on my pants
I got a bad li woke chick, way OT
She smell like palo santo, act like A-O-C
She got a house in Milan, and I can stay all week
Shawty love my vibe, and she could meet my needs
I said the world so heavy, let go if I let me
Thelma in my head she, up there with aunt Betty
Wipe away my tears, I should call my 'beppe
Bebe done raised every cousin in my family
Took the route, I hop out
Took a look around
If your life was a book, what your book about?
You was lost, now you smile
Tell me what you found
In the clouds, we came up from underneath the ground, uh
Gotta pay it forward
They look at me like the homie
That told them to keep on going
They talk to me 'bout they story
We giving each other roses
I never bottle my feelings
I rather bottle the moment
It was good times
Met my favorite author, got my book signed
Auntie saw the show and say I'm good live
It's always see you later, never goodbye
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Writer(s): Aleksander Manfredi, Avery Jones
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