[Intro: Connor Ca**idy] Ay what you doing man Hey your world, just living in it Yea Boston Ma**achusetts Home of the pride and music And through the minds of the bent I could get away At T's crib I can getaway [Verse 1: Connor Ca**idy] I'm tuned up A new sense Still pushing my drive then your new Benz Still got a tight aim for the loose ends Bettin' fools I could pay dues with my 2 cents I'm hippy paint to your gray world Black and white through the crowd like say word They showing true color when you take away the pigment And still ain't the same when you take away the difference in it We splashing it all vivid I'm flying with no engine They running with all gimmicks Right up out the blue like I sky fell So stand back Sit calm like I'm Seinfeld Faded in the mind A '95 product of the times Tune navigation, new direction for the blind 24/7 battle 'gainst time With the 617 on his side, let it ride I hit cali for the In & Out Got the normal scene on a different route So they wonder what the kid about Meet it through the views Never know it 'till you live it out 90th minute winning from records that I was kicking on Whaddup Zimma Living by the minute don't got to capture the image Ain't it dag, how me and music can get along New control, mood switch it with a different song And got Teddy on the level drop Synth 'ton hit em' like a chill pill pop Rhyme game patient that the ill kids jock I love it for what it is They hate it for what it's not I'm no ash No M No Mac No Adams Not you Not them, nah With the lights of my own I set the stage Through the balance of the tones I getaway [Deep Voice: Connor Ca**idy] Uh New fellas ain't locking in Same mix just dropping in Why you sound like lots of them Well, can't beat it better jock it then Through the lights of my own I getaway New mic, new stage, new life, new gain, new price Same vision, new hype I could getaway At T's crib I could getaway Like a villain on the getaway See the pedal break And I could getaway