St. Ides

I think happiness went thataway

Sometimes you just have to wait

I never believed in God

But things got so fucked up

That I had to pray

Used to steal my Daddy's Cabernet

Never thought that it would turn into a rattlesnake

Thinkin', everything will be all right

If we could get through the week

Maybe see another Saturday

Rollin' round, we know where to go

Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll

Bumpin' Goodie Mob, have some food for the soul

Till it's two in the morn'

When rain hits the windshield

And everything is still

Nothing really is a big deal

One hand on the steering wheel

And we gon' be all right

I had a brown paper bag

St. Ides in that motherfucker

Around the city we smash

5-0 comin' then you know I'm running

Crawl into broken fences, when shit gets hard

You know who your friend is

And when I lose perspective

Need to go to a place where I lose reception

Looking at the satellites pass by

Reflecting on my past life

I can barely remember last night

Another morning, swearing it's the last time

Where would I be?

We can't start over, you don't get a new ID

I know the devil fancy me

But that don't mean the motherfucker get to dance with me

I bought a house, second guessing what I own now (what?)

Traffic moving kinda slow now (what?)

I watch the population grow wild (what?)

A bunch of people I don't know now (what?)

My city's changed and my zoned out

I thought about New York, maybe SoCal

Put up condos people can't afford now

Landmarks bulldozed, been tore down

Overpopulated but can seem like a ghost town

Keep a couple real ones with me when it goes down

Lack of diversity, I think about Sloane now

Only reason I would ever leave my hometown

If I still drink, I would crack a 40 ounce

Parents finally left, moved away, and they sold the house

It's really hard to ignore it now

Wish that we could sort it out

Last couple sips, pour it out

St. Ides