[00:00.000] 作词 : Jack Harlow
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Jack Harlow/2forwOyNE
[00:20.597] I'm on Eastern Parkway, flyin' on a carpet
[00:23.782] Through the yellow lights, I'm gliding on the way to her apartment
[00:26.378] And I'm ridin', takin' in the smell of the street
[00:28.682] It's night time by the way, but you can tell by the beat
[00:31.321] That bass knockin' in my whip, just like some elephant feet
[00:34.083] Catch a wave when I'm driving past my elementary
[00:36.713] Grew up round the kids that made a belt with a string
[00:39.366] And made me feel like I belonged 'cause they could tell I was me
[00:42.007] Since then, whew feelin' like I might've lost track
[00:44.918] I been thinking too much but I can't help what I think
[00:47.381] That shit that's s'posed to make me happy only melts in the heat
[00:49.978] If I could freeze it, maybe I could turn myself into steam
[00:52.594] Bendin' corners through Cherokee Park
[00:56.134] Way I'm driving you would think I was scared of the dark
[00:58.473] Another ticket and my momma gon' tear me apart
[01:01.324] Well… shit
[01:05.835]
[01:14.366] Young and poppin', I been soakin’ up my adolescence
[01:17.491] I took some time to find the balance, now we back in session
[01:20.081] Ain't goin' to college, I decided that's a bad investment
[01:22.626] But I'm still takin' notes and siftin' through my past and present
[01:25.272] I been having trouble socializing
[01:27.403] Go out to these parties to make people like me, nah I really don't feel like it
[01:30.699] Can't relate to no one, I should stay home they'll miss me
[01:33.202] I told this shit to Copelan on the way home from Cincy
[01:35.849] He agreed with me, felt the same
[01:37.297] Damn, that shit's relieving
[01:38.391] Maybe time to reassess my standards for an evening
[01:41.070] Shit ain't perfect, we just searching for a plan or just a reason to
[01:43.988] Fall in love with life and be a fan of ****in' breathing
[01:46.397] I ain't suicidal, but lately nothin' seems to interest me
[01:49.194] And I ain't got the time if it don't gratify me instantly
[01:51.770] Thought that I’d be smooth if I ain't smoke or drink
[01:54.002] Still I got some vices that be stopping me from focusing
[01:56.612] Like wassup with my dopamine, searching for a doper me
[01:59.227] I don't want that Adderall, bitch, I ain't got no broken wings
[02:02.039] I grew up with the poetry, at 12 I wrote a hot verse
[02:04.555] Relying on a pill to do it only means I got worse

作词 : Jack Harlow
作曲 : Jack Harlow/2forwOyNE
I'm on Eastern Parkway, flyin' on a carpet
Through the yellow lights, I'm gliding on the way to her apartment
And I'm ridin', takin' in the smell of the street
It's night time by the way, but you can tell by the beat
That bass knockin' in my whip, just like some elephant feet
Catch a wave when I'm driving past my elementary
Grew up round the kids that made a belt with a string
And made me feel like I belonged 'cause they could tell I was me
Since then, whew feelin' like I might've lost track
I been thinking too much but I can't help what I think
That shit that's s'posed to make me happy only melts in the heat
If I could freeze it, maybe I could turn myself into steam
Bendin' corners through Cherokee Park
Way I'm driving you would think I was scared of the dark
Another ticket and my momma gon' tear me apart
Well… shit
Young and poppin', I been soakin’ up my adolescence
I took some time to find the balance, now we back in session
Ain't goin' to college, I decided that's a bad investment
But I'm still takin' notes and siftin' through my past and present
I been having trouble socializing
Go out to these parties to make people like me, nah I really don't feel like it
Can't relate to no one, I should stay home they'll miss me
I told this shit to Copelan on the way home from Cincy
He agreed with me, felt the same
Damn, that shit's relieving
Maybe time to reassess my standards for an evening
Shit ain't perfect, we just searching for a plan or just a reason to
Fall in love with life and be a fan of ****in' breathing
I ain't suicidal, but lately nothin' seems to interest me
And I ain't got the time if it don't gratify me instantly
Thought that I’d be smooth if I ain't smoke or drink
Still I got some vices that be stopping me from focusing
Like wassup with my dopamine, searching for a doper me
I don't want that Adderall, bitch, I ain't got no broken wings
I grew up with the poetry, at 12 I wrote a hot verse
Relying on a pill to do it only means I got worse