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I'm thinking time flies
Shout out for new whip like a drive by
Thinking this is Chevy, could've been a Honda
If my dad bought it to replace the Pontiac
Damn, she dearly departed
I finally threw a party for my birthday
You watch them hoes hit the pole like the survey
The one I had bent her back like she invertebrate
Like hey, you heard me, she like that aerofoam
She cut some like surgery
While I digress we hit Brooklyn for Labor Day
Then I'm back in DC, my classmates looking funny when they see me
Like my outfit's a whole other species
But I'm just different, ask Ally May
She know exactly how I'm living
And a resection, think of me as Iron Mike
I'm not rattled, but I'm taken if you give in

Being on a road trip, open up, open up
Being on a road trip, open at the Road Trip
Being on a road trip, open up, open up
Being on a road trip, open at the Road Trip

Have a homecoming, I'm single now
So I'm trying to get on something
I mean you cute, but you're just pushing the wrong buttons
And I don't like that
We both know that you a freak, why you fight that?
So when you text me and see how I don't type back
I write raps very well
I'm right back on the carousel
Where the clouds are flying enough for me to parasol
One L, two L, three L and I've been fighting school
Oh, lord, here to prepare
At the finish line, can't choke like spring wear
I'm trying to figure how to shot this deal retail
But no regrets, I got a JD
That's good, this E is cute, don't try to play
But it's hard when your heart's not in it
But I'm stronger, pop I finally popped, that spinach gone.

Being on a road trip, open up, open up
Being on a road trip, open at the Road Trip
Being on a road trip, open up, open up
Being on a road trip, open at the Road Trip

I'm a socialite, me and my roommate here
Yeah, show you right
We in somebody's club, looking for the prototype
You search the trump players who love to blow the pipe
I know it's late, her little eyes, I take a moment to reflect
In a house of mirrors right before I'm on to the next
But now's as good as ever to get this off my chest
I never wanted to be a lawyer, ma' I don't need to worry you
And dad I'm sorry for you, your son is still a warrior
Just not salutatory but dam near Rastafarian
The way I'm treading the real world, I see you're hurt
But I just need to get real
The story of my life, read a whole chapter like the ward of historians
And I'm surrounded by these bitches like the whole coast of Florida
But still pour it up ‘cause we gonna toast tonight
It took seven years of school to get my focus right, I'm still

Being on a road trip, open up, open up
Being on a road trip, open at the Road Trip
Being on a road trip, open up, open up
Being on a road trip, open at the Road Trip

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