7:20AM

On my feet Looking like me So clean Got a pair of le FLEUR*'s And they dark pine green Got 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 chilling at a 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, f*ck 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 F*ck 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 the 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 (OF FM) Gotta wake the f*ck 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