I'm on the West Coast, I can see palm trees
Space Ghost Coast to Coast to this calm breeze
Sick tricks on a board land bolts, strong steeze
Feel it in my core: I'm in store for some long fees
Cold nights, bomb trees, bold fights, bong cheese
Hitting resin blessed blunts that make my mom sneeze
Chilling with degenerates, derelicts with bum knees
Feeling it when I whip hard on these streets
Marred from gla** at the riverbed where I meet
The punks from cla** with the nicotine-stained teeth
As a teen I grieved for the pain in my feet
After walking miles. I'd rather skate in this heat
Hate for myself; I debate what to be
In a city full of angels aiming at me
Like I'm the only demon in this excuse for heaven
Amazed at the sea, “Man, they got Seven-Elevens
“Where's the Dunkin Donuts though?” Trunking to go to shows
Gained a go-nuts flow to go with my double-A swagger
All-American liar with a trouble-laid dagger
To slip into these witches with the dam-building badgers
Cloaking in Downey; soft eyes, gleam hard and I'm madder
I mean, what does it matter? Anarchy on my mind
And poison in my bladder. Pissing on the walls
Of the big mad hatter to suppress our humpty fall
Dancing in the dump. It's all
One crazy party from Winter to Fall
Once Summer comes ‘round the corner and calls
We stumble through town and trip balls
Strip bras, rip malls, and get tossed
Get lost, drink Ross, be boss, and think
Pausing for seconds at a time
Til the hours that I spent became chambers in my mind
That I filled with memories of friends and acquaintances of mine
Which I found by being a relation they could find
To have their faith revived and renewed
I be dude that only wanna screw but instead sits and broods
Posts your mom's nudes, gets a good grip on your b**bs
And tries to take a pick to the truth
I legit wanna move. Once every three months
From each beach to all haunts. Mobile home in the front
Pullout backyard full of ingredients to blunts
Thank you for the med card (Cali looks out for the grunts)
I kicked it hard like punts that sends the other team far
Found myself in scenes rated ‘R'
Til I gleamed like the star that I knew I are
Am I not on par with the dreams others have?
To be a man with no dad is to teach yourself swagg
And I was so bad that Jackson had a heart-attack
It's hardly that I was a rough, tough cool guy
I just tried to prove I was fly. That I could groove with cutie pies
And I was no hallucination in the view of open eyes
Spoken wise, toking live. I'm that token guy that you prayed for at night
Hoping I was somewhere warm and safe and all right