Текст песни Kid President - Jet 2
I
pick
up
my
life
and
just
go
If
I
feel
inspired
and
I
would
rather
be
just
nice
with
the
flow
Instead
of
being
mice
in
the
hole
With
my
peers
peeking
outside
the
peep
holes
On
my
peers,
pee
on
'em
with
my
pee-hole
Am
I
serious?
Yes.
Mixing
business
with
pleasure
and
you'll
be
in
it
forever
That's
longevitiy
speaking,
that
is
my
driven
vendetta
I
love
moments
that
no
one
else
seems
to
notice
That
you
are
working
when
no
one
is
around
you
to
notice
it
That's
that
golden
era
of
hip-hop
Box
yo'
ass
on
the
blacktop
When
music's
at
its
tip-top
shape,
I'm
like
the
passlock
Code.
I
am
the
blood
diamond
sitting
inside
a
glassbox
So,
you
use
my
soul
to
propose
and
you
get
a
"yes,
yup,
yo"
I'm
playing
tic-tac
toe
inside
of
a
hash-tag
Getting
tutored
to
reach
my
goals
by
Yehuda
Ashlag
You
tell
me
who
can
stop
me,
I'm
boxing
with
all
my
doubts
Guard
my
dreams,
so
I
box
'em
out
Do
it
calm
like
in
front
of
a
backslash
As
if
when
you
get
that
track
Do
you
feel
it's
yo
time?
Well,
then
it's
magic
If
you
think
that's
wack,
well
then
you
need
practice
Crenshaw
is
where
I
go
up
and
down
riding
to
Riloh
Mixed
with
Nip-S-E-Y-
Hussle
vocals
on
one
of
one
I
know
Yeah,
rest
of
my
life
I
swore
I'd
devote
it
to
music
No
time
to
be
a
cool
kid
I'm
hot
'cause
having
writer's
block
despite
my
thoughts
is
stupid
Love
is
all
a
fluent
flow
between
rhythm
and
poetry
codes
To
claim
baggage,
Borris
Kudjoe,
woah
Won't
you
stick
around,
'cause
I'ma
be
here
for
a
while
With
questions
from
a
child
with
a
quest
for
just
a
smile
Meanwhile
a
mean
mug
means
coffee
don't
grow
Out
the
same
ground
where
a
coffin
won't
go
If
you
plant
a
seed
of
money
trees,
then
it'll
grow
Until
you
pick
the
stream
of
leaves
and
then
you
watch
the
fiscal
pour
I've
been
around
the
globe
about
a
thousand
times
The
theatre
of
the
mind,
we've
all
seen
this
before
If
they
ever
ask
you
how
it
goes
Tell
'em
that
it's
you
If
they
ever
looking
for
a
president,
don't
get
confused
That
I'ma
run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run.
Run
for
it
run
for
it,
If
you
feel
the
pressure's
all
on
you
Tell
'em
that
it's
true
You
can
never
lose,
you'll
never
use
no
excuse
Run
for
it,
run
for
it,
run
You
should
wanna
be
number
one
Boxing
with
myself
until
we
come
to
a
conclusion
I
force
my
own
confusion,
stuck
inside
my
own
illusion
I'm
greater
than
my
circumstance,
and
I
truly
believe
That
I
allow
myself
to
slump
only
to
cause
my
own
amusement
Now
what
good
is
anything
if
you
don't
really
struggle
The
toughest
become
tough
just
because
they
ain't
really
had
it
It's
magic
'cause
they
made
it
and
all
they
did
was
imagine
That's
how
we
got
music,
and
that's
how
we
solve
puzzles
I
be
connecting
with
my
source
within
just
questioning
If
life
is
never
ending
and
if
not,
why
am
I
stressing
'Cause
it
makes
my
music
better,
I
can
teach
myself
a
lesson
And
if
you
happen
to
listen
and
learn
something,
it's
a
blessing
Sitting
back
visualizing
times
when
the
Rave
was
just
Magic
Johson
Them
days
were
awefully
awesome
Imagine
riding
down
Marlton
and
Martin
Luther
King
with
the
homies
Promising
'em
all
you'd
get
numbers
from
all
of
the
tenderonies
'Cause
we
were
just
young
ourselves,
we
were
a
band
of
brodies
We
were
just
searching
direction
when
life
was
handing
bologna
We
would
just
listen
to
Wayne,
that
was
Los
Angeles,
homie
We
would
have
been
in
the
game
had
we
just
planned
on
it
only
We
would
have
been
the
famous
people
we
talked
about
Shout
out
to
Jetski,
Rahim,
Jeremy
went
the
NFL
route
We
are
the
venerated
teachers
we've
been
asking
about
We
are
the
numbers
that
solve
problems
when
the
math
doesn't
count
Times
a
million
memories
that
will
never
fade
LIke
back
in
high
school
when
big
brother
dated
Beverly
And
I
had
a
crush
on
Ruqai
But
I
knew
I
wasn't
as
fly
Enough
to
win
homecoming
king,
so
I
said
why
even
try
Pardon
my
opposition,
friends
with
my
compeititon
Too
short
to
play
quarterback,
so
that
looked
like
an
odd
position
For
me
to
be
in,
but
I
would
run
if
this
was
size
olypmics
I'm
taking
a
trip
to
my
past,
tell
me
this
time
I
get
it
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