Ayy, we just supported Nas
Whose world is this? Bruv, of course it's ours
Saying I ain't been the same since I caught the scars
They don't fade, I ain't ashamed, watch us fall from Mars
'Cause it's the fallen parts and all the dust settles
And we all call on ours fast as we pluck petals
Uh, we let the love pour into our brain
Another day doing more to maintain
Saying finally those tears in my mother's eyes
Tears from the other side
Tears of joy, her little boy's got his mother's pride
You don't know nothing 'bout the rain 'til you come inside
And watch it trickle past the pane as the summer rise
'Cause ain't no love inside my heart
Uh, except for my mother and my diehards
I stay firm, little brother keeps my mind sharp
If I lost yours, come and find ours

I've got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away

I wasn't running from the beast, I was running from myself
Running out of street, she was worried 'bout my health
Wasn't worried it was beef, wasn't worried it was girls
She was worried it was me and my mother couldn't tell
Something bigger than the world
Ay, for me and Ryan
Ay, now he could see that I've been crying
Tell a little lie and say there's something in my eye
And from the second he could see that I've been lying
He would think I wasn't trying
Telling him, look, honestly, I'm dying
To be the bigger man, the one that you're relying
On, I keep it strong, so I tell another lie
'Cause it's the only way to keep me from denying
So I tell him, brother, listen, listen
when the sun don't glisten
All the days turn grey and the love goes missing
Hate won't fade and the front row hissing
You're the only one who keeps my heart wishing

I've got pleasures
Becoming pressures
They make me want to drift away
They make me want to drift away

Call me th e son of Jean, my little submarine
Me and my mother, there ain't nothing that can come between
Call me the son of Jean, my little submarine
Me and my mother, there ain't nothing that can come between
'Cause I'm the son of Jean

Uh, but she said that it ain't me without Adhd
88 keys, I was turning eighteen
She would stay and say please with a face that say cheese
Always tryna make peace like a plate of baked beans
That was me and my bean
That was me and my Jean
That was me and my Jean