U.C.A.S Type Beat

Bad behaviour
Like what you so afraid of
Why you always talking 'bout Ranger
JK, brown boy better get his grades up
Work hard so I know my placements
Pick me, guess she got good taste buds
This a serenade with a bass punch
Run it back for the train at the station
They don't like success
Wanna see me down, put my life at rest
Not a pop song so it might be dead
Nobody perfect but I try my best
We don't like no threats
Shimmy shimmy ya
Sitting on a star
Tryna go far but I'm stuck in the treetops
Clear vision, clear skin took the detox
Fuck around sell my soul on Depop
I don't know
Where to go
It's not clear at the moment
She's not here, but when she is
Everything is cool
I think we can be more than just friends
I know