FANTA Lyrics

Growing up they waited on us to finally just come to our senses

Growing up I listened to Mac and Rashad instead of my parents

And I was neither here nor there I checked out when they tried to co-parent

I just wasn't coherent didn't wanna hear it

Feelin alone riding on chrome whipping Santana

I mixed the syrup in the spaghetti and they put it all in the Fanta

Who rides who dies trust me I know the the selection is random

Ma trying to manage and heal from collateral damage that she experienced from men

Pouring her heart on the granite won't take it granite it made me the man that I am

Most say they can understand

I doubt that you can

I was on the outside looking in

I remember that as a kid wanted to be accepted and loved from people that I don't even trust

Even if that's how it was it's still not enough too many too much voids on ya boy

I try to avoid maybe I'm making all this music to drowned out the noise

But now a days this shit's hard to enjoy

Yeh

Everything that I've been through up to this point made a man out of ya boy

She been digging me since high school but she been playing it coy

Kitchen filled with Asian women, Asian dishes Peter whipping it up with the soy

I know our paths are a little different

Haven't seen Jake in a minute

I wrote 8 pages after 8 mile and he sat there and witnessed

I was good with the words I had some friends in the hood I ventured out of the burbs

My father concerned my mother knew I had to learn

The art of a survival I yearned I had a purpose to serve

I took a swing at the green and life threw its curves

And I didn't even feel it at first

Intentions were pure positive still never sure

Just trying to find another way out

Tired of fighting all of this doubt

Put the blunt up to my mouth

I was

Burnt

Burnt out

Stressed out

Down and

Down and

Growing up they waited on us to finally just come to our senses

Growing up I listened to Mac and Rashad instead of my parents

And I was neither here nor there I checked out when they tried to co-parent

I just wasn't coherent didn't wanna hear it

Nah

Feeling alone riding on chrome whipping Santana

I mixed the syrup in the spaghetti and they put it all in the Fanta