This is probably going to be the last You’ll hear of my voice for a while And uh Maybe for the rest of our lives I made this In the hopes that You’ll listen to it In the future And remember me I can’t let you forget me. But I know That I’m the last thing on your mind You’ve got so much to carry with you Something just had to be torn up and left behind You’ve got a new life in the country The stars always seemed to match the light behind your eyes I’ll stand here watching from the city I hope that you’re alright Hope you’re alright I’m sorry I’m sorry for the shit that happened I’m sorry for all of it I am sorry that things are as they are *sighs and muffled crying* This is This is fucking nothing like we planned idn’t? We were supposed to change the world with music We were supposed to go far But life… But life has a tendency to fuck with that I don’t ask for much with this, I ask for you to remember me And remember the time we had Planning for the future that will Never happen now Leave me Push it away now Hold on To the thought of me that stays I don’t need to be held together But when I break please just turn your head the other way It’s alright if we never speak again Speak again (Talk to me, Talk to me) Speak again (Talk to me, Talk to me) Will we ever speak again? I just- After, After our fight I haven’t, I haven’t told you this yet But after our fight A lotta the fires just Just kinda Gone out for me ya know? Live, live the life that We, we couldn’t do That we planned Even if you can’t do it with me Remember me *sighs* I’m just gunna fucking miss you

Turnaround Ayyy Russell Red Evan Upton Uh Ayy Belle Gray? Turn around, look me right in my, in my eyes And the way I look I know its gotcha mesmerized Ripped jeans and tee Sh you know I still look fly Fresher than these ho- JT no suit and tie I been on the low But trust me i’ve been on my grind And even on my grind, been making time to get high Givin birth to this music, that’s my only child No “Plan B” cause you know that I don’t need a guy All black, they all wet, and you know know, that I’m up next Messing with me, is that a threat? But I stay speedy just like a vet In my drop top coupe speeding through your town Need my check so I can spend it all around Low altitude cause I make your girl go down Without a doubt I got clout in my home town I don’t want your handouts I just wantcha respect I want you to know I’m good maybe one of the best I don’t care about the fame or the fortune much less I just wanna make enough so I can split up a check For the friends and the fam those I hold on my back Wanna live every day without fear the we lack That’s why I gotta spaz out on every single new track I swear I’m goin this hard till the day I collapse, and that’s facts Yeah yuh, you know who it is, you know who it is Black pineapple up in the studio Belle Gray, DJ Russell Red Red Crew, E-Team You know, you know how we do Black pineapple, let’s get it Ay yo Bein real not the best yet But that don’t mean that I can’t flex Drake said the game’s cut throat But when I play I aim for heads Always roll with the three kings See that’s wis-dome cuz there’s four heads And only I see my vision Got the mind stone in my forehead First off, shoutouts to dad and mom Had me drinkin milk so I could grow up strong Always tried to lead me right from wrong It’s because of them the person I’ve become Said that I could do anything If I shoot for stars and befriend the sun NASA called said all systems go Then they tapped the line told me don’t get on Jimmy Neutron I gotta blast Trust me I’ll be safe because my dog on guard Gotta go and fulfill the dreams That you said I could back when I was young Now you’re singin a different tune Tell me what I do is wrong Mad at me but like Frankenstein It’s because of you the monster I’ve become Time for a switch Time for a change Time to make a hit Jackie Rob at the plate I been on the bench I been studying the game Learnin how they pitch Know what’s coming my way Gotta kill their doubts Gotta prove em all wrong Turnin they shouts Into song-a-long songs Saw the strike outs And I seen the home runs So I’m calling my shot Like I’m babe Ruth’s son I don’t want your handouts I just wantcha respect I want you to know I’m good maybe one of the best I don’t care about the fame or the fortune much less I just wanna make enough so I can split up a check For the friends and the fam those I hold on my back Wanna live every day without fear the we lack That’s why I gotta spaz out on every single new track I swear I’m goin this hard till the day I collapse, and that’s facts