Baxter Avenue - Jack Harlow

My dad built houses

My mom painted pictures

They both gave it up

Once I came into the picture

Me, I’m like them

Just a fifty-fifty mixture

My mom rode horses

She wish I had a sister

I prefer the pen to a hammer or a brush

But I build things up

And my imagery is lush

I used to play soccer

But I never had the touch

Basketball, too

But I ain’t love it that much

Much of my time’s spent looking for a rush

Tryna find something to afford me that feeling

I fall in love with girls

'Cause they physically appealing

A couple weeks pass

And the convos hit a ceiling

I’ve smoked a few blunts

Cookies and Runtz

Gotten high enough to know it isn’t what I want

Met the celebrities

Seen through the fronts

Dated one girl and I’ve seen two at once

I ain’t upset to be inside for some months

And get back in touch with the person that I was

Know I’ve given too much of my time to the chase

Tryna get in touch with a person that I lust so

This the perfect time to hang it up

Used to sleep until noon

Now at nine I’m waking up

More time that I’m inside then the less I want to talk

I don’t wanna FaceTime

I ain’t tryna say what’s up

Careful with the ways that my time is taken up

Bunch of geeks tryna take the shine away from us

Reaching for critiques and they tryna say I suck

Got me reminiscing back to a time I gave a

But my skin’s gotten thick since then

And my high school crush has done the same thing

So when this blows over and I’m back home

I’ma tell her that I’m really done playing games

Seven figures in my bank statements

Seven fellas that I’m staying on the same page with

We’ve been shooting for the stars and our aim’s dangerous

Hasn’t been a single thing that the gang can’t get

My main thing shall remain nameless

Know they ask about her often, but I ain’t saying shit

There’s a level of discretion that I’m maintaining

She don’t understand it but she ain’t famous

We gon' see who’s still around once the game changes

She’s a business woman but I got her playing favorites

You ain’t rooting for me then I gotta make changes

Ex girls watching with a lot of fake pages (A lot of fake pages)

My OG showed me what a plain jane is

And a bust down is

Now I got a hankering to spend a few thousand

KY used to take me up to Icebox when he’d get his jewelry cleaned

They would ask if they could help me and I say «I'm just browsing»

Woyne worked at Enterprise, rentals discounted

Ville to the A and back, we was putting miles in

Always wondered to myself

If I could really be the leader of a group of brown skinned boys

When I’m not brown skinned

Certain things they grew up on that they get but I don’t get

Differences in how we raised make me feel like I don’t fit

Not to mention the distance between our parents' houses

Share some money with 'em so they know I care about 'em

I’m tryna to do it right and figure what a fair amount is

But I fantasize 'bout a day that we all swimming in it

No contracts and we independent

Stay close, never start a convo with «It's a been a minute»

'Cause it never will be, end of sentence

Nemo, that’s my right hand

Guides me through my indecisions

Vodka in my left hand, takes away my inhibitions

Way too gone but I’m waking up in mint condition

Ready for whatever, got the troops with me

In position