[Verse 1] Uh Like many kids, I'm not like many kids I scout the couch, I've been penniless Up way too late, sometimes for a reason Small fish in a pond, hearts in Pisces Not the talking type, I would rather listen This world's skinny jeans I'm tryna fit in At the same time I wanna be recognized But really... I don't wanna be despised Kinda want a hoe and a money tree garden Can I push my lucky without saying pardon? I'm tryna find a girl I can call my own No strings attached, like a mobile phone All my favorite rappers take kush to the brain But I said never mind, no Kurt Kobain Friends addicted to games, some quick to complain I don't wanna end up the same [Chorus] I stare at the open space Hoping to find My own place In this world I play the game Lose or win I count the winds [Verse 2] My city's bright lights, splash of rainbow Shining LCDs, people's cell phones Out on the rome, tryna get home I need GPS to find the road to success Tryna live without stress, it's for the best Always "staring-at-the-ceiling feeling" in my chest I look around, and am greeted by clouds If they could talk, I wonder how they sound Always always thinking, "Is life worth my pride?" What does it mean? Do we really die? Do I have to spend lifetimes to be a master? Can't I skip to the happy ever after? Uh, am I doing anything right? What is there for me in life? If I was a pencil, could I make it right? Tell me there's more to this thing called Life [Chorus]