Chris Miles - Dear Everyone lyrics

[Verse] This place saw a ma**acre Yeah, I’m in the ocean where the waves look lavender Cool people love me but the lames so mad at us And if they sleeping on me they should take more Adderall Ya, ya, ya Man, they can never catch us I been running ever since I heard about a desk job Sounds like a dead end, I k** sh**, no (?) I pound on the Heavens, requesting to meet God, but He’s a busy guy And it is difficult to get this off my mind I’m just tripping, but it’s nothing ’cause eventually we die And that’s a pessimistic way to look at life Ain’t it crazy, all these people just be preaching like they wise Couple years older tryna give my a** advice through a different set of eyes But we do not see your likes Stupid loser, I just do it for the mic They don’t do it too precise They say I’m not advanced, and all those kids at school who did not understand me think I’m wasting time because they mind is tampered, watch me cop a mansion on your college campus Woah And I would do it just to stunt Started in the back but we brought it to the front, oh no I don’t think they got the hunch Man, you know I go wild on these chumps like Yo They talking crazy, got no acknowledging sentences Tell her to come and kick it then kick her off of the premises Tell them I’m on a mission to turn these visions to Benjamins Been the sh** for a minute depending on what your interest is And if you like me, that’s cool Flowing so dirty like public pools I am not with the authority’s rules, I just live in the forest from autumn to June Let’s take a walk to the moon Wait, actually, that would be wack Why? ‘Cause there is no sound up in space and I don’t think that I would be able to rap Not in the cla** I would be sleeping, these teachers is trash and they teaching me trash but I puff out my chest and say I don’t know none ’bout your tests if you not the one cutting my checks What do dummies expect? Not a ma**euse, but I’m coming for necks I’m a doctor like Seuss when I’m rhyming, it’s sick Yeah I got all the juice, you can not take a sip Tryna hop out the coupe with a modelling chick All the broads who were rude now say I am the sh**, that’s the wildest trip Homie, I must admit that I’m tired of this Could you do me a solid and hop off my… Did I forget to say? I’m only sixteen so technically this is rape But I don’t think you care, and I don’t care neither ‘Cause society is weird but baby I’m a little weirder I’mma hop on my computer And go shopping for clothes Oh, you want something? Let me think, no I’m on the go Never got time ’cause, yeah, I’m boutta blow But they already know