On my feet

Looking like me, so clean

Got a pair of le FLEUR*′s and they dark pine greenGot a cig in my mouth, looking like James Dean

Got me stressing so bad but I chill with da team

And it cool

Riding 'round town in the Bat Mobile

Young Chris Bale, looking fresh outta school

We chill at the lake but it clear like a pool

Got my dick tucked to the waist, looking like a tool

Bump that $B, moving into next week

Ripping our shit ′fore we hop into class

Six hours of sleep, now we ain't resting

Used to watch that clock waiting for the time to pass

Never too cool with the cool kids

Got a broken smile, we ain't talking no dental

Man, fuck all this paper and pencil

This not a key to my potential

So much shit that we couldn′t predict

Life pass by, now I′m feeling like shit

We move, break the flow like I'm done with my piss

We all fucked up

We some fucked up kids

Better learn what it is

Fuck a textbook, Imma swerve in the Vic

Immerse in my shit

Cursed to the waves till I learn how to swim

My own therapist

Summer nights, with my homies drinking beer

Didn′t like the taste but the bottle so clear

When we took them shots, smoked them cigs

Whatever gave us a ticket to get outta here

And that's high school, now it′s college

I been made mistakes I ain't proud of

Back when I first bought a pack of Newports or condoms

Back when I had the ear buds, never lost ′em

Always wore a hoodie with some skinny jeans

After class with the bros in the car

Nicotine

That was that Burnt Juice and Burnt Pods

Back when I still hid my shit from my Pops

Back when we did donuts in the lot

Front of Five and Below, keeping watch for the cops

Back when I still had holes in my socks

And my shoes always dirty, and my voice not dropped

Back when high school felt so claustrophobic

Slitting my hips to help mental coping

Getting high for the first time in the moment

Felt so good, now I'm soberly hoping

My friends and I would cry for the first time

Searching for a reason or the meaning of life

Talk about our plans, or our Dads, or our strifes

Back when Taco Bell was best for the price

And the long cold nights, shine

And gas station lights

Pissing off adults as we rode through the pines

Hitting up the mall not to buy anything

Cuz our jobs didn't pay for all that hype

Yeah, crazy how things change

From the lonely-ass nights but fast paced days

On the same old roads at the same damn time

And the same old thoughts about getting laid

But, but, but now we getting paid

Put our pride to the side and face how we changed

And I don′t regret a thing ′cept I didn't see it coming

How many memories were made

Past 7:20

AM (O.F. FM)

Gotta wake the fuck up (Banging on your FM)

It a new day, it a new day, it a new day

Better wake up

Better wake up

Better wake up

It a new day

Don′t waste shit and make it the same