This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan
You always be calling her, she aint never answerin. You aint figured out I am the reason that she canceling
When I leave I always come right back here. The young spitter that everybody in rap fear.
Clap, clap, let em fall slow. I know you had your fears, you can let em all go
The good ones go, if you wait too long. So you should go, before you stay too long.
Young, dumb, lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure out who Iām gonna be this year.