Carthage - KALAHARI. Lyrics

(It's pressure it's pressure)

Ain't the type of nigga to reminisce back on high school
Okay I'm lying retrospection is all I do
Did I hate them times?
Don't think I do?
But all my past ventures they lead to you
All roads lead to her
I was caught in a blur
From her dark hair to the way her lips purse when she says "sure"
When she'd see me?
Make me Spur
That shits well known been a lily since birth
So I know a thing bout loyalty cause supporting Spurs? Shit hurts

You take it back
Like I gotta knack
When she throws it back
Smash it crack
New tracks on racks

Can't leave me behind
One of a kind
Carhartt on me
Black jeans
And the silver ring to match

But besides the point I've never smoked a joint
Okay maybe once
I was in the car with her crew in the Poconos walking through the dew
And my nigga J he took a shroom
Almost convinced me to do one too
But my girl said I should hold back
Man I listened thinking shit's whack
And they went to CVS I was on a stroll
Cutting through the woods crackers on patrol
And I'm spitting now hoping you can mold
Your imagination to what I'm painting
I'm talking pink skies so vivid
Jealous minds quite livid
A verdant green a serene scene
Wish I could head back
To Kalahari
Was high in a jacuzzi
French fries and a smoothie
Kissing you like a movie
It's summertime it's beauty.
It's summertime it's beauty.

And when you're cold
And you're frigid
Freezing tears pelt you from the sky
You close your eyes play Provider
And let the tension unwind
Faint dreams of California
Heading there this summer
Breeze through the trees
Sun leaning low
Shouts heard past the window
Laying on the bed
Staring at the ceiling
See the faint glow that's retreating

Found beauty in the meaning
Little details start retreating
Walking through my town
Pods slipping out
I was a teen but still defeating
Inhibitions rooted deep
My neighborhood's asleep.

Crawled out of bed
My flagrant head
My momma almost started screaming
Walked around at 1AM
She thought I had lost my mind
Just wanted to see if my hometown was kind
Pitch black bar those hanging reds
Police creepin y'know the feds
Slid down a hill
I ain't a shill
Ain't tryna be questioned
Ain't tryna be questioned
This is my shit This is my home
This is my shit
Got a right to roam

It's summertime it's beauty.
It's summertime it's beauty.
It's summertime it's beauty.
It's summertime it's-