The place that I grew up was hard to leave It had everything I loved and hated and in-between Had visions and intuitions of a west coast theme But we were smoking synthetic When I slept, I couldn't dream So how I'm supposed to see what I know I truly mean When my eyes are glazed over and my brain can't breathe When Jane and El left to show me a couple of things Like you ain't gotta settle with the metal this town breeds But how do I dash and carve out my own path When I don't see no problem with livin’ and sleepin’ in trash It was the highlight of our year to get a quarter ounce back Finally we had something to release the anger we had But just as all things do, it started to get old Everyday on rewind, I played the same old role Had a chip on my shoulder, almost to the point I would scold Anyone of my old friends that told me stay home 'Cause they didn't get it and I got it they never would Don't want to die in a place where the graves are made of mud What, SESH Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do Gotta do, what I got to do, gotta do, what I got to do Silence creeps, the violence speaks, I let the Violin sing so violently I got to Finally see my dreams will fight for me Nightmares calling out to me Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it Smoke, watch the time pass, cash sign eyelids Gold on my boots, razor blade tucked inside it Caring 'bout your money, that's the hardest thing