This time around, we grow
We welcome the new and avoid the old
Saying ciao ciao to exes and past stresses
Round here we giving flowers, not fucks
We running it up, not running our mouths
Over here we chase dreams, not liquor
And what's out of our control, we let the most high figure
This time around, we've had enough trying times
So let's balance it out, with more vibes
Have your peoples by your side and tell them you love them
We never know how much that can mean to someone
So this time around, have a moment where you forget what the time is
But just know our time is now
Cause this time around, the little nigga from Blackburn gonna let you know
That some bridges burn and getho always does
But at the end, we always learn And that's on everything we love
Type shit, you know what it is, It's Nathan, man
This time around, you know we on the grind and shit
Yo, yo, my nigga. I thought you told me to record and shit bruh, the interlude
Oh, yeah, yeah. My bad, my bad. It's your interlude. My bad, my bad
Type, type, type, type, type
So please, this time around, have fun
Cause we definitely will
Type shit