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Where the rejects? We just started recess Walk up in Airwalks, I just like how they look on my feet, best I really want DCs, but they too big, won't even fit on my feet yet So, I ain't complete yet, just give me some years I'm gon' be a cultural reset Jean and Najib see it, I ain't trippin' I ain't seen them in a minute, that little winter break felt just like a sentence Probably 'cause all of them packets, couldn't get up until I was finished But we back outside in two jackets, I never thought I would miss being frigid I got me some skates for Christmas, I just wanna be like my big bro My papa got him a camera, he been shooting edits like a pistol So I brought my iPod, no tunes, tryna shoot a lil' skit though Tryna tell Jean what his role is and Najib, but getting pissed though They acting like I'm speaking Spanish and it's five minutes 'til the whistle Then it's right back to the low lights and I'm waiting on dismissal I get a take and another take, It is what is though They ain't perfect, but I'm taking what I can get though On the game with Hemsso, I'm picking his mental Any single day where we got free time, this shit is essential I ain't even met this nigga in real life, It's coincidental How we met on the net, he turned to my refuge I don't know if he meant to, but he stuck with me He fill the void of my growth spurt, he a man that I want to be Satiating all my hunger, I ain't reaching for cutlery Even if all of the day pass, we gon' still spend it on Minecraft Nigga this shit is luxury, like down to the soundtrack Letras de cancionesChirp by C418, my favorite, loop in my headphones Humming it over and over give me an idea, I run it by Hemsso What if I took that shit and then flipped it, just like the screen on Nintendo? I'm tryna bump that shit out my speakers louder than cleats in the end zone Fuck, I get off the game, tryna Google how to make a beat My literacy is innate, I watch my brother do it every week Hemsso like, "I got twenty dollars for you if it's really heat" I'm like, "Watch this, watch this, nigga, don't sleep" Fuck, I'm already nauseous and its only five tickets left If I sell out The Roxy, can't nobody say that ain't a flex Four tickets now, sweaty as shit, Fuck it, man, we tried our best We sold that shit out, yeah (Let's fucking go) Buzzer beater, I'm on stage in fifteen, hype as shit Dapping up Ovrkast., man, that nigga just did his thing Razelle on his way to his laptop, shit, he introducing me Leave it all on the stage, the stage, the stage, the stage, I'm fucking free Whole set, I'm scanning the crowd, looking around for my family I always got a cousin pulling up, but this might be the first show my brother see But I say that with no guarantee, he don't even be with us on Christmas He been holding on by the skin of his teeth, his presence the top of my wishlist (Can we do one more, bruh?) Y'all need to open that shit up one more time, bruh (Yeah) Last one Moshpit Moshpit Moshpit Moshpit Check, check, check, one, uh Thirteen, uh Thirteen years, I planned my suicide Eighteen, running on stages, I'm feeling too alive My soul intertwined with these chords, this shit was do or die Hardly hyperbolic, I drew myself in a suit and tie Tale old as time that I'm telling, truly some family ties Suffering in silence, guess I copied that too Wish I caught on, but what could I do? Now I'm a grown man and writing this letter to you, see The world don't know that I'm your impostor I'm even tryna grow the dreads long as a Rasta And picked up a skateboard, but more important I see through the characterization of you as a monster A fractured mind was compromised And it's been that way since you could count to five But you a black child so they heard your cries Tried to stifle 'em and your pain went to back of mind Now it's easy to feel shame and you pass the time Feeling super estranged, really you a mastermind I don't say that in vein, my nigga, I owe u my life So if I could your buy your freedom, nigga, name me a price These days your absence the status quo And I can't begin to grasp what you undergo So when I saw you at the end of that Roxy show It was Christmas in July and I could touch the snow, feel me? From Letras Mania