[Verse 1: Sam Paulino]
When I was 17, my only dream was cashin' the checks
Sick of collect calls and withdrawals was a cause and effect
'Til mom interjects, "Sorry boo, your father's calling you
To follow up to say he never follows through," what a mess
Smoke a bowl and say, "What's goin' on?"
Callin' from a burner phone, I know he goin' through it
I can tell because his tone is off
He asks me, "How is college? Prolly get your masters instead of owning your masters
You gon' waste your knowledge if you don't act fast
Ungrateful bastard, you need to take action to get back to your classes
Opportunities pass and everything in moderation and duе time
You'll do fine"
He still havin' mood swings off thе moonshine
I rather pay my dues in music, movies, fashion
Instead of stolen Buick's and hoopty crashin'
In fact, I ain't been to church in a minute
The hourglass been tickin', I been trippin' off the shroomies and acid
Lackin' the vision, the head on collision with myself though
And reflectin' on all this shit I planned out
[Chorus: Aidan Ostby]
Oh, oh
You would never hear a seed push through the ground
Oh, oh
You would never hear a seed push through the ground
When I was 17, my only dream was cashin' the checks
Sick of collect calls and withdrawals was a cause and effect
'Til mom interjects, "Sorry boo, your father's calling you
To follow up to say he never follows through," what a mess
Smoke a bowl and say, "What's goin' on?"
Callin' from a burner phone, I know he goin' through it
I can tell because his tone is off
He asks me, "How is college? Prolly get your masters instead of owning your masters
You gon' waste your knowledge if you don't act fast
Ungrateful bastard, you need to take action to get back to your classes
Opportunities pass and everything in moderation and duе time
You'll do fine"
He still havin' mood swings off thе moonshine
I rather pay my dues in music, movies, fashion
Instead of stolen Buick's and hoopty crashin'
In fact, I ain't been to church in a minute
The hourglass been tickin', I been trippin' off the shroomies and acid
Lackin' the vision, the head on collision with myself though
And reflectin' on all this shit I planned out
[Chorus: Aidan Ostby]
Oh, oh
You would never hear a seed push through the ground
Oh, oh
You would never hear a seed push through the ground
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