Poison Ivy - Love-Sadkid, Garrett.

While I tiptoe through my adolescence

Getting bumps and scrapes and stitches with no anesthetics

They say they love the songs I make but they don’t have to get it

They say they’d love to pick my brain if it was half as present

They kinda right tho

Shooting through my goals with iron sights like I’m a rifle

You can love the sad kid but it’s just a title

I write for the times when I’ll rival my idols

Make all my towers Eiffel

Wait that one don’t make sense

I’m childish at heart cause I’m still just a kid

It’s no excuses but I’m use to pissing off all my friends

I couldn’t do it if it weren’t for all the balance that stands

So if I’m not working my hands to the bone I’m boning my hand

It’s like this path I have to walk has poison ivy

So I’ll get bumps and cuts from all the memories I leave behind me

And get scars from all the things that didn’t heal enough to forget

And yet my mom raised me a fighter so I’ll just keep on forging

No regrets

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

What they say, what they say what it sound like?

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

What they say, what they say what it sound like?

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

Momma told me don’t go playing in no poison grass (she did!)

If I’m not home before the light comes she goin whoop my (I'ma beat yo ass)

Naw I’m just playing she never ever had to raise her hand

I felt hurt from the second I could’ve made her mad

See this that high school rap, get it (what?), I’m talking backpack

Might’ve brought boom bap back but I’d rather not back track

I done been using my racks to try and help dads cash

So if I’m not flexing it’s cause I learned it’s where the hearts it

Good thing my name’s still Benjamin

To keep it frank I still need way too much help listening

Old white folks just want me tired like the Michelin man

So I can never fit these labels that they own in my attention span

Soon they’ll wish I can

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

What they say, what they say what it sound like?

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

What they say, what they say what it sound like?

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon

They say, they say, they say, maybe I’ll find a way soon