The Pullman Collective - SOCIAL

Trippin, I’ve been mixing I can feel it in my face
Homie rolling up a blizzy, Ima be in outer space
Mind blown off the Hennessy, they don’t want the best for me
Close circle, got no time or money for no enemies
Basic, her love is so basic
How could I not see, damn man I must need some lasic, uh
Pull up perfect timing, I can see the stars aligning
Don’t let 'em get you down bad, you got people worth finding
I just want a rollie, one dem things that go tick tock
Of course I’d be the one that be fiendin' for a wristwatch
Material items they gon' drive you to insanity
Only need a couple things, money, love and my family
I was stealing bottles in abundance
Just tryna bring them goodies through the function
They was bugging, I ain't letting off the throttle
Hit combustion, Sun go down
I ain’t bout to settle need that money
Hope your living for the moment, youngin
Change is coming, gotta bloom for the better
This shit sounds like Flume's next record
Never regular, I’ve been up itching for greatness
I would never do it if I didn’t think I would make it, next upcoming
Trippin, I’ve been mixing I can feel it in my face
Homie rolling up a blizzy, Ima be in outer space
Mind blown off the Hennessy, they don’t want the best for me
Close circle, got no time or money for no enemies
Used to write raps in the dormitory
That shit was hella corny
One day I’ll be so big that other people write 'em for me
Reminisce on times up in Pullman, rolling, up in the glory
Wanna bet my grandchildren love it when I’m unfolding the story
Really be like that, counting my checks when I’m all in my bag
Fly to sea tac, we can go to my pad, I got water on tap
Pulling out notepads, I don’t need no strap
If you wanna try and rap I could pass it like Dak
If you can’t do that, then get off my track
Cuz I’m 'bout to run it up like I been doing laps
As a matter of fact, never finished in last
Grab the mic and set records
Always speaking truth we the three professors
All that other shit more boring than my lectures
When I got college kids screaming words bout how we reckless, everybody
Trippin, I’ve been mixing I can feel it in my face
Homie rolling up a blizzy, Ima be in outer space
Mind blown off the Hennessy, they don’t want the best for me
Close circle, got no time or money for no enemies
Trippin, I’ve been mixing I can feel it in my face
Homie rolling up a blizzy, Ima be in outer space
Mind blown off the Hennessy, they don’t want the best for me
Close circle, got no time or money for no enemies

Written by:
Samuel Coulon, Vasili Varlamos, Zach Settle

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