Wings and Fat Fries

[Intro] Get her to teach us under them bleachers, get them teachers under them bleachers [Verse 1] My soul need answers so I search, high up in the clouds off of Earth Baby take a twinge of that herb, it's looking like you been hurt And really I ain't nothing like a flirt, If you took a chance we could probably make this work Your soul on fire, I can stand to get burnt Remember high school when niggas got turnt And we tried to make a pass at our teachers, get her to teach us under them bleachers Shawty with a big ol' butt named Demetria Her love missile, it was heat seeking I used to be a rapper but I wasn't really beefing Became an MC when your mans studied ether, I mean I only made tracks to impress the women, an now I guess I'm tryna make a difference Tryna go against the wave, go against the grain, study all the craft that got Big paid What caught my eye in like 6th grade, same songs that got my pops laid Got me so deep never want to leave, Ash put in work where's my Goldeen We can take it back to the first time, first time that you caught me [Hook] What's poppin for the night, the ADHD our veins is running high Assassinate my character, I'm still fine I got more soul than them wings n fat fries [Verse 2] My soul need answers so I search, high up in the clouds off of Earth Baby take a twinge of that herb, it's looking like you been hurt And my ADHD runs deep in my veins, if i found my heart I'd trace it with my pain Run into a window pane, on a hydroplane, looking like 90s Jane has struck again Truth be told, I'ma vanity slave, Guess that's why I never stack my J's Once again, let the struggle begin, young college kid with no scholarships Man, let the 16 spit where the propane hit, put my whole mixtape on your grocery list These the type of songs you don't hear no more Take ya favorite milk, let the pink go pour Ignorance is bliss, go and catch the allure Open up your heart let me reach your core And I know that this the first time, but I can give you more, cus you Got me so deep never want to leave, Ash put in work where's my Goldeen We can take it back to the first time, first time that you caught me [Hook] (repeat) Got so much soul, I think I'm Malcolm for the night Them drugged up lethal hits We sit in gold chairs and take reefer hits They need a hit, drugged up like reefer hits Blown out, I need to split