
Around the world… I seen joy, I seen pain I still smile through the rain. Around the world… I lost love, found me, came back like a wave. Around the world… Now I glide on hope, ride that beat like a train. Around the world… I got light in my soul, and no fear in my lane. Yeah, I been down bad, backseat with the lows, Lookin' out the window, dreamin’ in Morse code. Mama said, "Rise," so I did, ten toes, Now I moonwalk pain like the boy wore Lo's. From KL to the Bay, vibe glow in my skin, Took L’s, turned ‘em lessons, now we winnin’ again. I ain't flexin', just survivin' in style, With a blueprint heart and that West Coast smile. Hopped oceans, crossed doubt, Still I ride with no route. From the silence, I made sound Look at me now… look at me now. ‘Round the world, I carry my flame, (flame) Through the fire, through the shame. (shame) Every fall built up my name, (name) Now I rise, now I shine, now I claim. ‘Round the world, I been tested deep, (deep) But I still got peace when I lose no sleep. (nah) From the block to the clouds, I keep it real, This soul gon’ ride, that’s just how I feel. (Around the world… we alive, for real.) Switch lanes, same light whole globe in my palm, Made a verse outta scars, made a chorus outta calm. Used to write pain on receipts at the job, Now I cash out peace when I speak to the Gods. Felt alone in a crowd, now I crowd my zone, With real ones, no clones, love etched in stone. See the synths in the sky, feel the 808 moan It's a spaceship bounce with a gold-chain soul. Processing… elevation. Tried to hold me down but love don’t drown. Every mile I roam, I turn lost to crown. Success: unlocked. Coordinates: freedom. Yeah... this my sound, this my town. ‘Round the world, I carry my flame, (flame) Through the fire, through the shame. (yeah) Every fall built up my name, (my name) Now I rise, now I shine, now I claim. ‘Round the world, I been tested deep, (deep) But I still got peace when I lose no sleep. From the block to the clouds, I keep it real, This soul gon’ ride, that’s just how I feel. (Around the world… we alive, for real.) No map, just faith. No tracks, just grace. From Compton to Tokyo... We ride. Produced by marz.

