[Verse 1]
Love and summer and we're kicking footballs in the wavy gra**
Releasing Smirnoff bottles and we're laughing up on mars
Apple flavoured colours, schnapps stolen from the bar
Pocket split apart from carrying it to the party in the dark
Reckless hedonism, a bunch of kid on medicinals
Senseless individuals tripping on my syllables
Pen remains relentless, working even in the intervals
Simply enjoying the music, ignoring all these critical
Reviews, with twenty second listens pessimism risen
Year 11 set in Cambridge with the party speaker systems
And the reefer lifting in the air, arbitrary drifting
Scenery transforming and the teachers often missing
Students never ending constant yawning in the morning
Falling in their chairs accidents that they are causing
Showcasing all sorts of flair following their calling
Before sixth form approaches and I'm pausing all recording
[Hook]
(Tripping on the clouds
Jumping to the sound
And we're messing up for now
But we'll be working in a while) x 2
(we're found then we're lost by the school with its funds
Summertime fun and we're running in the sun) x2
[Verse 2]
Building 8 bar choruses blasting out sonuses
Sampled tropics hope you say he won the game 8 ball in the hole , no overdoses
All my old foes calling up they were wrong
And now I'm dude that they like
Hey man you're the coldest can we have token of appreciation
Or a ticket for the concert can you let us in
No I can't, leave the venue before I call security and you're
Escorted out the door and they pin you on the floor
You have to paddle to fathom your way through my stardom
Steadily annihilate dead lp's have got me starving
Staying true to myself and I'm cutting out the selfishness
Finishing the picture and then adding the embellishments
All goals lead to me and her avoiding separation
As your dad left flew away to another destination
Then there was me who almost hit you with the same revelation
Parallel paths same journey different destination/
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
All my friends are off to uni Abusing every sinew daily/
Lately I been questioning the whole façade that they are pa**ing/
Got a drug habit and now that sh** is everlasting
Even met an academic with some brown tar h**n
He is clasping with an injecting pin to help him trip
Pen of sin injecting clip right inside the casting
Better let him know that I am here to help him cope
Star wars, JV, I'm the next hope
Got my own problems though, no insult to them
For all of the issues that they are going through then
We live in a world based on capitalism and fame
Vixen was the beginning and I'm still finding my lane
My sinning is never ending and neither is the pain
Trying to clear the haze that I'm vaping into my brain
Pessimsm infecting me, man it's got me drained
Hopelessly devoted to the poetry that I paint
[Hook]