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in flight, i’m active
crash out, rite of passage
huh, put the-put the-bape in my baggage
woah woah skrt all these labels, i’m captive
woah woah swoah all these words, got em stuck, in my throat
i might choke, i might choke, i might choke

im wit my bros and u can’t hang cus ur banished
u stik to what u know, cus i got homefield advantage
just watch the ball and if ur lucky i might pass it
let’s go, in the snow, in the snow, in the snow

i could make a lightshow, don’t panic
on point, yea, noscope, max damage
uh uh the whole world off axis
try ur luck, i’m not liking ur chances
uh, if there’s beef, chop it up, like axes
caught me outta left field, i need practice

had to fail and fail and fail again, rite of passage
wouldn’t b my first
white on my t shirt i look like a nurse
face,
cuts on my face and my shirt

yeah that’s what im asking ya
i know something’s after ya

at the barber, pixie cut i look effeminate
they dont get the picture b-b-beam it 2 they retinas

uh, with my bros, can’t believe u think u better than us
how u dishin, what u cant take, won’t u tell me wats up?
baby tell me what u want, i need u to ‘fess up
sick of all these filter faces, tell me who can i trust

da-da-damn u think ur better than us
it’s over fore it's even begun
i’m just a fool im always messing it up
i love the winter but im missing the sun