KALAHARI.

(It's pressure it's pressure) Ain't the type of nigga to reminisce back on high school Okay I'm lying retrospection is all I do Did I hate them times? Don't think I do? But all my past ventures they lead to you All roads lead to her I was caught in a blur From her dark hair to the way her lips purse when she says "sure" When she'd see me? Make me Spur That shits well known been a lily since birth So I know a thing bout loyalty cause supporting Spurs? Shit hurts You take it back Like I gotta knack When she throws it back Smash it crack New tracks on racks Can't leave me behind One of a kind Carhartt on me Black jeans And the silver ring to match But besides the point I've never smoked a joint Okay maybe once I was in the car with her crew in the Poconos walking through the dew And my nigga J he took a shroom Almost convinced me to do one too But my girl said I should hold back Man I listened thinking shit's whack And they went to CVS I was on a stroll Cutting through the woods crackers on patrol And I'm spitting now hoping you can mold Your imagination to what I'm painting I'm talking pink skies so vivid Jealous minds quite livid A verdant green a serene scene Wish I could head back To Kalahari Was high in a jacuzzi French fries and a smoothie Kissing you like a movie It's summertime it's beauty. It's summertime it's beauty. And when you're cold And you're frigid Freezing tears pelt you from the sky You close your eyes play Provider And let the tension unwind Faint dreams of California Heading there this summer Breeze through the trees Sun leaning low Shouts heard past the window Laying on the bed Staring at the ceiling See the faint glow that's retreating Found beauty in the meaning Little details start retreating Walking through my town Pods slipping out I was a teen but still defeating Inhibitions rooted deep My neighborhood's asleep. Crawled out of bed My flagrant head My momma almost started screaming Walked around at 1AM She thought I had lost my mind Just wanted to see if my hometown was kind Pitch black bar those hanging reds Police creepin y'know the feds Slid down a hill I ain't a shill Ain't tryna be questioned Ain't tryna be questioned This is my shit This is my home This is my shit Got a right to roam It's summertime it's beauty. It's summertime it's beauty. It's summertime it's beauty. It's summertime it's-