23 In Italy Lyrics

Twenty three in Italy, man I wonder what's next for me

Took a risk with similes, for the sake of my family

Lately I been having good and bad thoughts

It's been 50/50 but I'm still taking all these dam shots

I ain't drunk yet but she still sending me are you up text

And you don't got to be that smart to know what is up next

Good sex, good views

Big cheques, same muse

I been living life, cause we all got to pay dues

And I'm feeling nice but I'm still the same lil dude

Self conscious, self aware

I wanted to disappear

That part wasn't fun but I'm thankful that I'm still here

I grew out my hair, now grans calling me Rasta

Looking like my dad, I got the sauce like some pasta

Smoking is his culture, so I honor it highly

High grades all day plus I'm still rocking some Nikes

Blew my first trees, when he was way overseas

Mums still blamed him, now it's my thing

It keeps me in touch with the earth

Make me give thanks for what life is worth

I want a lamb truck, ain't tryna see no hearse

Fam never seen a mil, I want to break that curse

Fam never been to Venice or to Tuscany

Had to get out of my city, felt like custody

Finally making moves in the city but it's a pity that It took so long

Now you got to build a good foundation that is strong

Glad we moving in the right direction

Let me be honest with you girl, you got my attention

I want to give you some

Love and affection

You got my attention

What's your intentions girl

Love and affection

You got my attention

What's your intentions girl

I can't believe what life is

Felt so at peace with life

When I'm with the wife it's so nice

Italy breeze, smoking trees

Sex in the bath

Then I take her out to dinner, we both flyer than a visa

Italy was the first stop, we might just hit Ibiza

And she want me paint her face like she mona lisa

I mean I been painting pictures all year long

But this gon be one of them ones, they gon feel this song

Traveling and painting pictures, like I'm playing away fixtures

Need some fanta for this mixture but only a little bit

Cause I can't be rolling bombs

Called mom to show her the fit

She said, boy you think you fly

Yea mom I'm fly as a bird

And they still playing catch up

Yea I know you must have heard

All these similes and verbs

Hoping it could take me far far away

Cause in this life of sin, all I want to do in win

All I want to do is shine, make time for the ones that matter

And I plan to make a big change but that's in the latter

For now I just want some big chains and lots of designer

Since a minor I had big dreams, stack the racks in my jeans

Now my jeans flare, swear you guys not keeping up

Feel like the man of the year and I'm still now going up