[Verse 1]
East coast living with west coast vision
Not into city life
But missing those 5 star kitchens
School was a prison
Where nobody talks but nobody ever listened
So that's why I'm sitting in detention
Loved wrestling, but the calculus put me in a submission
Now I'm flexing my vision
I'm looking at the board and I ain't even paying attention
Because I can't listen
When im listening to my own voices in my head
I'm going insane now I'm waking up
In the same place
Every time I see my face I'm looking at you
Ask why can't I be you because I am see through
All the tales of you're hidden people
I need to stop before they come and stab me more needles
What's your favorite position?
Mine was fetal
Protecting the stress coming from & to adrenal
If I was awful guy
There would be no free will
I'm just here to observe spread good vibes and be chill
If you don't want to lie to yourself
Then be real
I lived with this Brooke that started like one tree hill
Not fan of weapons
But this mind is very leathal
And we're all getting to old this
So I'm over it
Just point directions to wherever them crying shoulder live
[Outro]
Homeless bro with a yellow, purple and 8 on his jersey
So it's Cobi in the middle and that's just how it goes
And that's just how it goes