Lyrics Demo - 3 - Kole

Third grade no friends just a toy Yoda
Im a bit older this lifestyle got me staying sober
I wanna live in every moment like there ain't no hold up
I wanna kick it back relax without sinking in sofas
Tryna elaborate every single eureka moment
Won't forget a fucking factor
Like Simon skipped a hostess
I wanna get out of the hands of my governments holding
With out my nigga with the badge reaching at his holster

Third grade I ain't have to desire things
My only drive was acquire higher insight on things
Ain't had no title I pathologically lied to me
I didn't know that I'd be great see what insight will bring
Side to side with the idle minded and blind delinquent
The ships that sank can't compare to the ships I choose are sinking
A while to discover Red coming like Jada Pinkett
That Pickett fence was a dream I'd take my first ticket
Out of this place fuck a dream we can't discover things
They undercut and debacle our lives as covering
I'm into other things
Gimme that first house planted on top the forest green
And if it get robbed fuck it that's life but you beamed
You claim the things you need
But me and mine gon' keep the things that we achieve
And any other damn plans for my needs will end up fucking ceased
For real