Second Floors

[Intro]
Shit look way different on top of mezzanines, you know?
I'm glad to be up here

[Verse 1]
High crime rates in these million-dollar houses
Seen the judge make grown men cry like they childish
Only way is up, we just tryna keep a balance
Bad with saving money so we often borrow dollars
Fucking up in school 'cause being bad was hella cool
Sunday morning going to church, playing games in the pews
When it's summertime, we at Loma Alta pool
Talking to the girlies, tryna do what it do, look
Thinking back on my adolescence and count my blessings
Was no love stressing or family stressing or money stressing
Infatuated with growing up, doing grown shit
Move out my daddy house and finally get me my own shit
Being grown is harder than I thought it was
Fucking women for my confidence, that's really all it was
Insecure thoughts, tryna heal it with some lust
Getting high off of women, but at least it wasn’t drugs
Grown-up and onto better things
I've been looking for some peace like my nigga who is selling 'em
Slow this shit down like Promethazine
I was raised with the killers and the shooters, but my record clean
Late nights turn into mornings and coffee with the cream
Views so good out the window, I might just go, Marine
Nightly visions cover my eyes, I only see the green
Started from the bottom, ended up on top of mezzanines

[Chorus]
I'm proud of me
Finally learned how to be
Dark days out of me
Really start loving me
I'm proud of me
Finally learned how to be
Dark days out of me
Really started loving me
Dropping off the dead weight
In a different head space
Finally in the doorway
This is a for sure thing
This is a for sure thing