College Bound

Packing up soon, but it's still June Working on songs, yeah This the process, a gust of August That's when we gone, yeah I'll miss my friends, I'll miss my pops I'll miss my mom, yeah I'll miss my sis, grapes on my wrist LaBelle, so long (Huh) Then we off to Lakeland (Huh) Treat it like a break-in (Huh) Hope I get a degree (Uh-huh) In communications (Huh) I'll probably still end up shy But I'm still gonna reach for the sky Gonna get in the best shape of my life Cut the fat, no knife, Jay White, hm Strike it like Mocs, beat it like Mox Beat up the box, biking through blocks Don't know if this celebration or if I should feel down I'm gonna miss everyone in this small town Ay, West Side, know we comin' ratchet If I'm coming back, then I should hit back atcha' But the trip expenses, with the whip expenses I just couldn't think of if the money matches There's a lot of people telling me I'll make it If I get the chance I know I gotta' take it Ain't a way that I could really ever fake it But I had a taste, and now I always taste it I got money, fame, all up in my future What I asked for, I always knew it Never blew it, knew it, yeah I knew I'd do it Go to LA, then go straight on through it Boutta blow up, biggest dude around Boutta flex on em' coming back to town When I get the Urus, pull the whip around So excited Arizona, coming for you, college bound