Eastern Parkway - Jack Harlow

I’m on Eastern Parkway, flyin' on a carpet

Through the yellow lights, I’m gliding on the way to her apartment

And I’m ridin', takin' in the smell of the street

It’s night time by the way, but you can tell by the beat

That bass knockin' in my whip, just like some elephant feet

Catch a wave when I’m driving past my elementary

Grew up round the kids that made a belt with a string

And made me feel like I belonged 'cause they could tell I was me

Since then, whew feelin' like I might’ve lost track

I been thinking too much but I can’t help what I think

That shit that’s s’posed to make me happy only melts in the heat

If I could freeze it, maybe I could turn myself into steam

Bendin' corners through Cherokee Park

Way I’m driving you would think I was scared of the dark

Another ticket and my momma gon' tear me apart

Well… shit

Young and poppin', I been soakin' up my adolescence

I took some time to find the balance, now we back in session

Ain’t goin' to college, I decided that’s a bad investment

But I’m still takin' notes and siftin' through my past and present

I been having trouble socializing

Go out to these parties to make people like me, nah I really don’t feel like it

Can’t relate to no one, I should stay home they’ll miss me

I told this shit to Copelan on the way home from Cincy

He agreed with me, felt the same

Damn, that shit’s relieving

Maybe time to reassess my standards for an evening

Shit ain’t perfect, we just searching for a plan or just a reason to

Fall in love with life and be a fan of fuckin' breathing

I ain’t suicidal, but lately nothin' seems to interest me

And I ain’t got the time if it don’t gratify me instantly

Thought that I’d be smooth if I ain’t smoke or drink

Still I got some vices that be stopping me from focusing

Like wassup with my dopamine, searching for a doper me

I don’t want that Adderall, bitch, I ain’t got no broken wings

I grew up with the poetry, at 12 I wrote a hot verse

Relying on a pill to do it only means I got worse