Lyrics Customs - Kota the Friend

Hey love . You came a long way from
Sittin in train stations
Staring at strange faces
Eat good food
Drink good drink
I Walk around actin like my shit dont stink
Seen bad days
Seen bad weeks
I Done mad wrong
Tryna make my peace
Been real low
Been real high
Used to hit the lab
Making beats till 5
In the morning
And recording by the time it turned 6
Feeling sick but i know im finna get my shine
This shit here. This all me
If im gon fail its gon be on me
And niggas always gonna try to throw you mad shade
So fuck it then i might as well be under palm trees
In the carribean cruising on the calm seas
With a couple bad bitches lookin at me raunchy
Got my lady on my side, and that ass all me
We be riding through the city till the gas on E