The move to SoCal made me so callous I was a cool child, now Im such a cold savage Let me go wild, please, lemme go bananas Sho nice style mixed with some mean manners Said let me go wild, bish, lemme go bananas Sho nice style mixed with some mean manners Coz The move to SoCal made me so callous I was a cool child, now Im such a cold savage Let me go wild, please, lemme go bananas When Im 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 Im in store for some long fees Cold nights, bomb trees, bold fights, bong cheese Hittin resin blessed blunts that make my mom sneeze Chillin with degenerates, derelicts with bum knees Feeling it when I whip hard on these streets Marred from glass at the riverbed where I meet The punks from class with the nicotinestained teeth As a teen I grieved for the pain in my feet After walking miles Id rather skate in this heat Hate for myself I debate what to be In a city full of angels aiming at me Cuz I dont know Sublime and I dont really like the beach Dont know who wrote the song but I kinda like the beat The music of Los Angeles erased my history Left engravings in my parchment that only I can read Now The move to SoCal made me so callous I was once a cool child but now this cold savage Needs to go wild, he bout to go bananas Thats a sho nice style mixed with some mean manners Said let me go wild, bish, lemme go bananas Got a gonuts flow it goes wit my double A swagger Allamerican liar selling troublelaid daggers Slip it in these witches wit the dambuilding badgers Cloaking in downey being seen just makes me madder I mean what does it matter Anarchy on my mind poison in my bladder Pissin on the walls of the big mad hatter Suppressing humpty falls, dancing in the dump Its all one crazy party from winter to fall Once summer comes round the corner and calls Stumbling through town tripping balls Stripping bras, ripping malls, getting tossed We get lost, drink ross, being 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, 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 moms nudes, gets a good grip on your boobs And tries to take a pick to the truth Mad skills in n outta cities, this good kid cool
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