Grab your camping gear We're going on a trip to the South Shore We stop at Carter's Beach The ocean numbs our feet Cause it's too cold But we jump in anyways Oh Come on let's make some memories while we can Oh We'll tour the coast in a renovated van We walk through Lunenburg A kaleidoscopic town on the harbour And when the sky gets dark We look up at the starts and wonder How our lives are gonna change Ohh Come on let's make some memories while we can Ohh We'll tour the coast in a renovated van When I Close My Eyes Playing on the ride On the ride back home, I don't wanna go home Take a mental picture of this I don't wanna forget it I don't wanna go home, I don't want this trip to end Ohh Come on let's make some memories while we can Ohh We'll tour the coast in a renovated van

Cold dry wind blowing on your skin Frigid air and your messy hair I love this And I'll miss this Each step forward we leave behind The memories We made here Together Will you remember me When you leave Or will I just be someone you wrote a song with In September When the weather Was better than this Small white house But you're not around It's empty But not really There's a family there But I just don't care It's empty I'm empty Do you remember me In Sicily Or am I just somebody you wrote a song with In September Oh when I was Doing better than this Doing better Doing better Doing better than this Doing better Doing better Doing better than this Do you remember me In Sicily Oh I'm so glad I was the one you wrote that song with In September Oh I hope you're Doing better than this

Like a river falling for you I don't wanna come home Like a river falling for you I don't wanna come home Like a river falling for you I don't wanna come home Like a river falling for you I don't wanna come home Again Like a feather floating floating I don't wanna come down Like a feather floating floating I don't wanna come down Like a feather floating floating I don't wanna come down Like a feather floating floating I don't wanna come down Again Come down Come down I will never come down I will never come down Like a river falling for you I don't wanna come home Like a river falling for you I will never come home Like a feather floating floating I don't wanna come down Like a feather floating floating I will never come down Again

Uhhh Ok Keeping on the oven, making sure we ain't freeze Homemade macaroni, with the government chesse Living with my grandma, cause my mother was a fean Young, wild and reckless, we was running in them streets We was violent, none of us had no guidance Uncle gave me money so I can keep my silence He was supplied, what the junkies was buying Grandma worry, cause she knew them drug dealers was dying Right on Clifford and Portland, support nigga who snorting Making money from dealing, that's just how I recall it Knew he was well-respected, them values now not important Suffer from paranoia, I guess he was over cautious Happy having nothing, cause none of us didn't have it Crazy living conditions, turned man to a savage Came from broken houses, family members was addicts Getting clean, then relapsing, going back to their habits Rapper who poetic, feeling like Langston Hughes Label as muslim, for all my racial views If this was 1920s, I'll be out here making blue Living in the garden, if Adam didn't break the rules Walking blind, out in the wild, just like Elijah Living past 30, a designated survivor Living in the jungle maneuver, through the piranhas Ain't no type of honor, when you dealing with connivers Women working double, just for they can get that bubble Ditchin working niggas, and getting one that can hustle Nigga pitching bundles, just for they can get them bundles Saying that they love you, but missing when you in trouble Thirsty for attention, striving for likes and mentions Body shaming was never in my intentions Hopefully I don't come across as offensive I'm not using this platform to be pretentious I'm not picking and choosing, I talking to all women Features that the creator gave you, was God given No matter of ya age, we known as Allah children No matter if we try, we always gonna fall victim Rest in Peace to women, who dying off embolisms Living in this prison, they make it look like a prism Losing all perception, we lacking the intuition Notice the television, really alter our vision Going through the struggle, a victim of circumstances Lack of opportunities really doing the damage Get it by any means, penitentiary chances Pray to the Elohim, knowing he got the answers Going through depression, in a state of apathy Ain't no happy ending, this story ending with tragedy Mass incarceration, I have to paint in my masterpiece Black balled, feeling like Carmelo Anthony