Class Trip - Sampa the Great

Think I’m looking at my passport

Pass forth, pass with indian once

A pin in him much my guy with a lyrical much

He’s given much he’s taken

A pin in the bunch, I underestimated being in touch with myself

And who the hell was on the other side of self

Late night conversations talk to myself

Get outta your mind, like a minute I was outta my time

I still out of my prime, my journey while I’m walking in line

Is a journey that I’m walking in time

Throwback to the miners I can find

And them ghetto got the giggles who would shot at their arm

Just a ripple in time, just a measure of mine

Just beginner in the challenge of life, life, life, life

So I simmer up and set assorted

And all my dreams I dream I sit inside as I forgotten

Like who the hell am I to see myself in summer solstice

Class trip debate six realities what you make it

Reality’s what you make it

Reality’s what you make it

Bite your tongue, bite your tongue

Bite your tongue, bite your tongue

Bite your tongue, bite your tongue

Bite your tongue, bite your tongue

Think I’m looking at my passport

Pass forth, pass for ignorant once

I book all bunch my god how the ego did crunch

I prolly would have taken

I lived in a box, I underestimated living life larger than myself

Like who the hell stole the knowledge that I pre-existed previously to myself

To whom knowledge seeks knowledge finds

I’m was outta my mind, I’m still outta my time

I journey wide welcome to life, it’s a journey that I’m walking in time

Throwback to the miners I can find

And them ghetto got the giggles who would shot at their arm

Just a ripple in time, just a measure of mine

Just beginner in the challenge of life, life, life, life

So I simmer up and set assorted

And all my dreams I dream I sit inside as I forgotten

Like who the hell am I to see myself in summer solstice

Class trip debate six realities what you make it

Reality’s what you make it

Reality’s what you make it