Told my bro roll a 'Wood We gon' spark that shit up Its gon' take all the pain away I'm stuck in my past My brothers they passed Look at my kicks Spanish bitch all on my dick Rollie, gon' ice out my wrist It cost a brick Baby, this not counterfeit

And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us And go mad for a couple grams

Looking for signs of life Looking for signs every night But there's no signs of life So we do it again Who did you ask? Those cool kids Stuck in the past "Where are we going?" Apartments of cigarette ash

Here I am again Stuck in the middle (Here I am, here I am again) (Here I am) Perfume on my shirt Puts me in the past Too lonely to be happy But too afraid to ask

And they say She's in the Class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us It's too cold outside

For angels to fly And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream