Lowtyde - Carolina Ave Lyrics

(Yeah, this song literally sounds like a trip down memory lane
Like literally and like figuratively like
I could see myself in East Broward
Right By that Taco Bell
By that McDonald's that had no ketchup that one time
It's all good memories bro)
This an out of body, soul trippin adderal in audio
Driving thru the Laudy' off of Broward
With the mistletoe
Thinking back to Melrose, yeah
Nana had this white and green house
Its real cute
You had to be there to see it
Prepare for beatings
Talking in the classroom
Told the bus driver to suck my penis
Why? Cause I was dared to
And what the fuck is the truth
To a room full of frauds bro?
Would you give your soul
To get a peek of how the gods roll?
The gospel
Try to end it on a high note
Crispy white tee
Nike
With the tri-tone
Oooh boy
Man I love this shit
Used to sing up in the choir
On my Sunday shit
Little button down tee
Got my Sunday drip
Slight solo to the crowd
What a Sunday trip
Man, man, man
I miss my cousins
They ain't dead
Just living away
And I wish
Things could been different
Man don't stress
Man find our way
Forreal
Forreal
Yeah
We find a way forreal
Yeah, Uh Forreal
A wise man once said
Ain't no money on that conscious shit
If you went to college
Good for you
But is your pockets thick
Knowledge is
Never as important as your contacts list
And that's real
So you can grab a pen and paper
Ima hit you with the plan
We finna' run up in the building
With the choppers in our hands
Taking everything we want
On top of everything we can
And then we'll burn it to the ground
Kick the dust and plant our flag
Let the nuts hang

(Yeah, this song literally sounds like a trip down memory lane
Like literally and like figuratively like
I could see myself in East Broward
Right By that Taco Bell
By that McDonald's that had no ketchup that one time
It's all good memories bro)
This an out of body, soul trippin adderal in audio
Driving thru the Laudy' off of Broward
With the mistletoe
Thinking back to Melrose, yeah
Nana had this white and green house
Its real cute
You had to be there to see it
Prepare for beatings
Talking in the classroom
Told the bus driver to suck my penis
Why? Cause I was dared to
And what the fuck is the truth
To a room full of frauds bro?
Would you give your soul
To get a peek of how the gods roll?
The gospel
Try to end it on a high note
Crispy white tee
Nike
With the tri-tone
Oooh boy
Man I love this shit
Used to sing up in the choir
On my Sunday shit
Little button down tee
Got my Sunday drip
Slight solo to the crowd
What a Sunday trip
Man, man, man
I miss my cousins
They ain't dead
Just living away
And I wish
Things could been different
Man don't stress
Man find our way
Forreal
Forreal
Yeah
We find a way forreal
Yeah, Uh Forreal
A wise man once said
Ain't no money on that conscious shit
If you went to college
Good for you
But is your pockets thick
Knowledge is
Never as important as your contacts list
And that's real
So you can grab a pen and paper
Ima hit you with the plan
We finna' run up in the building
With the choppers in our hands
Taking everything we want
On top of everything we can
And then we'll burn it to the ground
Kick the dust and plant our flag
Let the nuts hang