Blue Bands

Dang TT, you 'gon drag me out here to Long Beach late at night
You better hit some fire on this
Shi, you know I got you, do I ever let you down, do I ever let you down
Nah, you ain't never Unless you hit this shit
Bro, you already know, I'm finna go off real quick
Let's go, I'm out here gang
I-I-I care about two things, myself and these blue bands
I won't buy designer or this Gucci, but you can
Save up the guap, I don't care about the shoe brands
All press is good, 'less you soundin' like a toucan
New brand, but catch me wearin' designer
You can be so fly, but I promise you I'm flyer
You can be so high, but I promise you I'm higher
But I'm sober 'till I die, inspiration to the minors
Look up to me, and everything I've been doin'
Except back in December, where they got me to shoot it
Call me a Barista, cuz you know I'ma brew it
My life? Never blew it, I always am moving
In line at the bank when she texted up my cell
Forget her, I'm good, She don't ring a bell
Last year was depression, now I think I'm doin' well
Album number three, six, I never'll sell
You can just tell how the confidence is up now
Teachers used to hate me, now they wishin' me luck now
I used to be a student, but I'm whippin' the bus now
Like, what now
They wanna show me love now
Look, I swear I didn't change
Only thing that changed was the cost of the chain
Don't miss all the days when I woke up in pain
Or woke up to rain, when it was nothin' but a dream
Some days I woke up and only thought I would fall
Some days I woke up and felt like quittin' it all
Some days I woke up with my back to the wall
Woke up in the mornin' with nobody to call
I'm sick of hearin' that I'm pretty hard for a white man
Like, I know damn well that I'm 'boutta take flight man
I'll blow up so fast in the middle of the night man
Like this ain't right man
How is he so bright man
How is the high life High like a kite man
I don't think you'd know, cuz it's far up out your sights man
NYC, I'm under the lights, man
My past told me don't get in no more fights mann
But Future told me to defend myself
Like, don't care about no one but yourself
Middle school don't ring a damn bell
High school damn done put me through hell
They say I won't fight but I might
Strike you when the time's right
I'ma be in the limelight
Momma told me I'ma shine bright
See all the colors like tie dye
Shoutout to Ricky, he's my guy Always told me that I'm fly
I-I-I'ma write until I cry
I'm only 19 and I'm gettin' the bread
If you don't like me, then you sick in the head
Lukas Graham beat
Oh, that's a bet
I'm no Romeo, but got requests from Juliet
Feet touchin' water, like I'm wettin' my head
402 splashes, like I'm talking to Steph
So much unreleased, never droppin' the rest
Every time I sit down, I always talk with the best