Should I spend a weekend in Vegas?
I’m busy living the moment, not taking pictures to save it
I mean, how could I forget? My memories never faded
I can’t relate to these haters, my enemies never made it
I am, still here with who I started with
The game needed life, I put my heart in it
I blew myself up, I’m on some martyr shit
Carried the weight for my city like a cargo ship
Yeah, I’m twenty three with a money tree
Growing more, too, I just planted a hundred seeds
It’s ironic, ‘cause my mother was a florist
And thats how she met my pops, and now my garden is enormous
It’s happening Penny Lane, just like you said
I avoided the coke game, and went to Sprite instead
Uh uh, thats word to the millions that they puttin’ up
I’m trying to do better than good enough
This shit is fucking fire!
