This isn't a wake, but it's a warning. I don't wanna mourn the living. Feel me?

Jo...a smile can only hide so much.
I can tell while we packin' all the blunts we might smoke up.
If we spillin' guts, it's only what's in the Vega.
Tryna bathe in these vapors and pray that we stay the flavor.

Take a couple hits off they hints and let it drug me.
By now, we were sposed ta have deals and gettin' comfy.
I'm still hella college loans from even seein' bubbly.
A clean-shaven future now stubbled and feelin' bumpy.

Wasted potential got us grievin' ugly.
It really hasn't changed since the first time I had to leave the country.
Though I ain't even judging,
I thought, I can grow up and be a man or not grow up and be my buddies.

Usin' adult words and sayin' we grindin'.
Fame got fifteen minutes and we delayin' the timin'.
Watch the clouds floatin' by they eyelids
like, just cuz we left high school doesn't mean our minds did.

Some of us need parentin', others are havin' sons.
Some of us sober now, others stay packin' bud.
Some of us off the map, others done moved across it.
Some of us say, "Fuck the rules" where other dudes would forfeit.

Finding crews to brawl with until we all bruised and brolic.
Sailin' into life on some of the dues we forgin'.
Livin' like we losin' fortunes
with the cable cut, bills late, and the air runnin' through the faucet.

Homeless, makin' houses outta couches.
Wear apathy like gold crowns instead of bein' grounded.
In your twenties and there's still gossip on your mouth, kid?
When one of us trainwrecks, everybody crowds around it.

Let me make it clear: this is sincere.
My life's an open window. Ain't been no tints here.
The vision crisp, clear. Watchin' through these squints, scared.
Y'all seen me shift from babyfaced to thick beards.

Rather sooner than later. Adam is not for patience.
Communication restricted to snatches of conversation.
Everyone's so happy whenever them bottles grace 'em
but the roles that they got us playin'? Definitely not our ages.

Shooooot...I'm enjoyin' youth, gettin' drunk a lot.
Still hella awkward whether I been off or on the spot.
Still walkin' around Madison feelin' culture shocked.
Still hella sporadic about the songs I'm pumpin' out.

How can I discuss y'all? Don't have a tough jaw.
Askin', "What's next?" I answer with a stuck craw.
"Maybe I'll do some teachin', poetry, or emceein'."
Then study they reactions to see if they really believe it.

Back on my medication, a walking pill bottle
so FUCK taking chances. I'm tryna BUILD lottos.
But I'm no better than my dogs, so
let's burn 'til we urns. Pretend I ain't said anything at all.

I know I ain't been around, jack,
but you callin' all these little girls "besties?" I ain't about that.
And from what I know, and from what I've heard,
you the shepherd now and I been shoved out the herd.

See, I'm good with that. I still got love for you.
Less is more, and lately I done been on my hustle, too.
We all been on the bricks. I've even chucked a few.
What used to make me mad is now some shit I chuckle through.

Now I ain't near a jerk, but that's how I feel it works.
It's what's runnin' behind my eyes when I see your smirk.
Not every blunt's an exit. Not every mirror hurts.
Had to get it off my chest. Sorry I ain't clear it first.