WYD

I don't wanna be twenty-something, who's doing my headin

There's seventeen in my bedroom talkin', that's if I die

Hate the rules of our shared apartment, just do everything I want

And I think we could work it out, so what are you doing

Drop you like I'm making money off the songs I write

I know you said that I could call you, I wonder if you wanna call too

Know that the future doesn't feel so far, it doesn't seem as wrong to want what's ours

And after everything that's happened, I wanna put it in the past tense, cause

Mama said her baby boy's just a blockbender, I had to elevate without her, but I do not miss her

If I shoot my brother's shoots, it makes them drop quicker, I'm tryna know how you think