class trip
sampa the great
think i'm looking at my passport
a pin in him bunch my guy with a lyrical much
he's given much he's taken
i underestimated being in touch with myself
and who the hell was on the other side of self
late night conversations talk to myself
like a minute i was outta my time
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 beginner in the challenge of life
so i simmered up and supper sorted
and all my dreams i dream i sit inside as i forgotten
like who the hell am i to see myself in summer solace
class trip the basics reality is what you make it
reality is what you make it
reality is what you make it
think i'm looking at my passport
i book all bunch my god how the ego did crunch
i prolly would have taken
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 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 beginner in the challenge of life
so i simmer up and supper sorted
and all my dreams i dream i sit inside as i forgotten
like who the hell am i to see myself in summer solace
class trip the basics reality is what you make it
reality is what you make it
reality is what you make it