[Intro] Lunch tray Loose change Same hoodie Same hallway Writing dreams In the margins Teacher talk I’m departing Mom’s car In the driveway Promise her I’ll find my way (yeah) [Verse 1] I was that kid in the back of the math class Backpack half-zipped, heart full of half-plans One ear on the board, one ear in my playlist Thinking, "If I say this, maybe I can change this" Hand-me-down kicks, still creased from my cousin Phone cracked twice, still buzzing, still stubborn Everybody laughed when I said "I’m gonna tour" Same ones now ask what I’m cooking in the drawer Started out recording in a closet full of gym clothes Neighbors banging walls every time I flipped flows Dad said, "Work first, art later, be practical" I just heard, "Beat fear, go savage, go tactical" I don’t got a silver spoon, just a silver spiral Every page full of arrows pointing at a title Didn’t fit the picture in the yearbook spread So I drew a different frame in my own head (yeah) [Pre-Chorus] They told me, "Keep it simple, be realistic" I turned every doubt into fuel, got addicted I’m racing my reflection, this is personal Heart on my sleeve like a starter pistol [Chorus] I’m that starter kid Turned starter pistol Every "you can’t do it" Now part of the sizzle Click, click Then the heart goes, "Go" I was stuck in the cubicle Now I’m cutting a door in the wall, like woah I’m that starter kid Turned starter signal Even when it’s dark I’m a spark in the middle Click, click Then my world says, "Go" From the back of the class To the front of the show [Verse 2] Yeah, I had a little bit of doubt, little bit of fear Little voice in my head like, "You don’t belong here" But I kill that noise when I hit that gear Put the whole last year in a sixteen clear Did my homework, then I wrote more hooks Turned all my L’s into notebook looks They were packing up dreams in cubicle boxes I was picking the locks in my worn-out Chucks Triple-time thoughts in my midnight brain Everything I drop gotta out-run shame Basement booth with a mic on a hanger Clock on the wall tryna talk ‘bout danger I don’t got time for a small town ceiling Got a big sound feeling in a hand-me-down jacket I was sitting in the back with the backpack sagging Now I rap that rapid, they react, "That’s magic" [Pre-Chorus] They told me, "Keep it simple, be realistic" I turned every doubt into fuel, got addicted I’m racing my reflection, this is personal Heart on my sleeve like a starter pistol (hey!) [Chorus] I’m that starter kid Turned starter pistol Every "you can’t do it" Now part of the sizzle Click, click Then the heart goes, "Go" I was stuck in the cubicle Now I’m cutting a door in the wall, like woah I’m that starter kid Turned starter signal Even when it’s dark I’m a spark in the middle Click, click Then my world says, "Go" From the back of the class To the front of the show (yeah) [Bridge] They gave me One lane I built Three One for the doubt One for the dream One for the kid That I used to be If you hear this At your desk Take that fear Off your chest Count it down Nice and slow Three, two, one Then go (go, go) [Chorus] You that starter kid Turned starter pistol Every "you can’t do it" Goes soft, then fizzles Click, click Let your heart say, "Go" You were stuck in the cubicle Now you’re kicking a hole in the door
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