Steppin out the crib like its 1986
T-top Trans Am, ridin with your bitch
Take her to the point, drive her back off in the morning
Just a young fuckin stud, flick my hair then Im rollin
I got drugs if you want to feel the high
Backwoods if you want to catch the sky
Perfect mowed lawns, architecture, no flaws
Just a calm, safe neighborhood, tucked behind the mall
Parents go to work, probably think that Im at school
But the musics got into me and it took away my soul
I just want to rock, headbanging to the ‘knot
Bitch I Bawitdaba, never callin it off
Never fallin at all, never worry bout a thing
Everything is just peaches, Im smokin in the breeze
Sittin in the shade underneath the weepin willow
Blunt guts on the grass, unraveling cigarillos
And I think
Now this is really nice
Breathin in the dope, watch the clouds roll by
This cant be real life
Everythings a dream, I dont need to shut my eyes
Now this is really nice
Drugs on fire, cold water on ice
This cant be real life
Look me in my eyes, tell me that youll stay the night