[Verse 1]

These kids loving how I rap now

Sound so profound you can catch me on my SoundCloud (woah now)

Tryna' make it out of the hometown

Sold-out shows is the only goal to right now

To write down bars in department stores, malls, and bathroom walls

Who thought stalling would lead to such great inspiration?

A conversation started at a urinal

A current tole of anecdotes is causing those roller coaster feels of emotion

Cause commotion in my abdomen

I mend a potion sedative

To get to bed, to get some rest

Tomorrow is a new day

The night's as dark as Bruce Wayne

I'm not complainin', I'm just sayin' that I feel pain

And know when to love and accept it

But the only thing I accept is-

Warm hugs and love over being neglected

Helps me stay up late cool, calm, and collected

[Chorus 1]

Yeah, you know my collective (Ayy)

And we’re bound to get reckless

Kon droppin’ bombs- kill the set in a second

Dey on the mic- leaves his soul in the session

Yeah, you know my collective

And we’re bound to get reckless

Arcade, the rhyme slayin’ slime sprayin’ neighbor

With a mind full of gold and a pocket full of bad behavior

[Verse 2]

Walking through these city streets differently

Holding my head up high

I’m constantly, vividly imagining myself somewhere else

On a mountain, or a search for the Fountain of Youth

Found in the truth, lie my deepest desires

Found in the coupe rollin’ through with my father

That 66 Buick got me often inspired

That sky blue Skylark, my Pop’s hat, my bro Mark

My whole heart is buried in this music

I use it as a synonym for everything I ever did It’s proven (fact)

Got me using every verb and every word I ever heard

So I'm sayin’ there’s a lot more for me to learn

And grow on, I go on- I’m so honest

I couldn’t even cheat on my last math test

The most vexed but don’t get it twisted, like a ligament

‘Cause I would probably snap by now if I didn’t stay connected

[Chorus 2]

Yeah, you know my collective

And we’re bound to get reckless

Kon droppin’ bombs- kill the set in a second

Dey on the mic- leaves his soul in the session

Yeah, you know my collective (Ayy)

And we’re bound to get reckless

Arcade, the rhyme slayin’ slime sprayin’ neighbor

With a mind full of gold and a pocket full of bad behavior

[Post-Chorus/Outro]

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Singin’ hey ho, ah ah, oh oh, ah ah

Singin’ hey ho, ah ah, oh oh, ah ah

Say “hey ho, ah ah, oh oh, ah ah” (yeah)