Most times, the high is more nice when you bought the weed yourself
We on the fence between nirvana and hell
I'm all about the good tales, but often I just dwell on fails
I'm really just trying, at least my momma can tell
Way back in high school, I was a provocative male
Focused on them eighth notes, I stayed topping my skill
Focused more on bae's hold than grades when I hadn't fell in love yet
But I was just a babe, still haven't learned what success was
All my exes just think I'm sexist 'cause all we had was sex
That was how I expressed love, a nigga stayed broke
Prolly their worst ex 'cause I'm unable
To stop tryna convince them my feels ain't fake gold
Used to hate to blame my past, but my youth was straight broken
I contemplate the hopelessness of tryna save the road we built
But regardless what we tell others, only we know the truth
The truth is we had fun
If we're being real
The truth is we had fun, the truth is I had love for you
If we're being real
The truth is we had fun
The truth is we had fun, the truth is I had love for you
For real
The amateur quality of this tape and it's music videos made me realize I can do more than i thought. If it wasn't for Ade Hakim and my discovery of slums, i may have never started Art Club. SolaceMusic