Summer High

Doo doo, yeah
Yeah
Flying close to the sun isn’t easy
But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out)
Out of this membrane (membrane)
Out of these problems (problems)
Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in)
Caught up in working (working)
Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends)
Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe)
It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum)
This summer high got me feeling like a shooting star
No need for drama, I’m losing weight and I’m working hard
Too close to commas, my mama telling me «You the one!»
Keep my head up, and stick to me and keep moving on
Isolated from other people in the incidence
No need for conflict and conversations, the perfect win
Indulgence sickening, nicotine with a shot of gin
My thoughts are racing and chasing every second I get
Ticking time bombs, running out of room
Hitting JUULs with my bro, got a Mac, (?) tools
Back in 2005 I didn’t have confess to ever leaving a message and never reading
my textbook
I been impressed by the fact I’m a big man, big plans
Been tryna tour on the big stands
I’m playing ball with my fists, man
Pray to God asking if he ever missed me
No need for messages, sentences with the 'how you been?'
It’s just a preference, but send me letters with purple pens
And purples lenses on big Benz with lots of riches
I’m taking over, my foot’s cold from kicking snitches
I’m only switching in any lane that got pots to piss in
I want attention but tension don’t want a piece of me
Been hesitating from taking off for eternities
'Cause when I’m coming back, is anybody gone funk with me?
Filthy, taking showers just to remember conditions at home
Mama telling me to pick up the phone
Here we go, hated decisions and actions
I’m back to the pack and I swear I’ll never be passin' blacks
And (?) acts of sin in parasitic masses
Pair of pants I took from where I spent the past week
Completely passed out, can’t face the facts now
Can’t stand my past now
Flying close to the sun isn’t easy
But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out)
Out of this membrane (membranee)
Out of these problems (problems)
Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in)
Caught up in working (working)
Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends)
Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe)
It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum)
Tryna be the best I can be but at the same time
I have a hard time, tryna be Michael
Come into my show, stealing the mic, bro
Taking a break 'cause I’m all up in my mind, yo
I read the bible
They think I’m smarter
You see me on top, but I think I’m falling harder
Stevie Wonder, do I want love?
Do I want soul?
But I wonder, am I going under?
I get it stonefaced every second, no single clue
Too hard to gather the little things in the Summer Blues
Too tired to pick up the missed calls and sneaker shoes
My thoughts are lifted and shifted after reading the news
They killing off all our fathers, mothers, daughters for dollars
Paying for institutions by locking away the scholars
Brother would have been a doctor
Others could have been a author
I guess that we’ll never know until they start fixing they problems
Flying close to the sun isn’t easy
But it’s an easy way out (But it’s an easy way out)
Out of this membrane (membranee)
Out of these problems (problems)
Out of this toxic state we live in (state we live in)
Caught up in working (working)
Thinking 'bout old friends (old friends)
Dreamin' bout you, babe (you, babe)
It’s a journey without the music (da, da da da dum)