Cool Grey 11s

[Verse]

In the end, you think a lot 'bout the beginning

So I'm pondering my youth, but I'm not about to give in

If youth's wasted on the young, I'm wondering like, yo, is life wasted on the living?

'Cause I been wasted in the living room a lot

Have a voice and a platform to clap for 'em

It doesn't mean I'll get to move the plot

I'd like to think I'll get to do a lot

We behind the 8 ball, but we don't get the cues a lot

That existential dread make me hit the snooze a lot

I write the best in bed past 4 in the AM

I'm 'bout more than I'm sayin', I swear

Nowadays they got more just to say 'bout my hair

Can't deny that aesthetics was my biggest barrier

We always look before we hear

White people of this planet always took before we feared

And we fabricate more reasons to be shook and to be scared

But it's just the damage that this planet took cause we won't share

Could we just repair?

Humans did this, we can undo it

But I don't really think that we want to

And the clock winding down and to be honest, it'd be tough to

Before this shit is uninhabitable, but we must do it

It bein' try, but it seem to us, music is a symphony of lies

I see the rush ruins as I sit with the child inside, I can't deny his pride

And I don't want to

It's just the challenge to self-actualize amongst the consumin'

What the fuck's brewin'?

Wake up and smell the coffee and the drugs and lust oozin'

Country of compulsion in a world of illusion

But I gotta love it, it's the place I done grew in

The place that love grew in

Haste we gotta move with ain't the pace I'm pursuin'

So I'm entering adulthood with a lot of confusion

[Chorus]

All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s

Need that patent leather for the weather change

Now I got them shits before they came out

But I look outside and the weather's rain

All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s

Since I was seven

But once I get 'em, will they be too big to step in?

I don't know and I don't know and I won't know, yeah

The race is rigged, I'm facing in some more

The place we give's the place we get to go

We chase the end, that day's eventual

Obtaining bliss begins with letting go

The patience and the hastiness and woe

We taking kids to graves for inches, bro

And all of this beginning in the middle of an ending

Got me sittin' in the kitchen full of smoke, woah

[Bridge]

What can I do?

Oh, what can I do?

Oh yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s

Need that patent leather for the weather change

Now I got them shits before they came out

But I look outside and the weather's rain

All I wanted was some Cool Grey 11s

Since I was seven

But once I get 'em, will they be too big to step in?

I don't know and I don't know and I won't know, yeah

The race is rigged, I'm facing in some more

The place we give's the place we get to go

We chase the end, that day's eventual

Obtaining bliss begins with letting go

The patience and the hastiness and woe

We taking kids to graves for inches, bro

And all of this beginning in the middle of an ending

Got me sittin' in the kitchen full of smoke, woah

[Outro]

Good news, people

There may be hope for our boy yet

You see, sometimes the questions are the answers

Sometimes the answers are questions themselves

Sometimes it ain't what, it's just how

To our man, Mr. Craft, fighting on

I guess all we can do is play you a song