St. Ides
I think happiness went the other way
Sometimes you just have to wait
I never believed in God
But things got so fucked up
That I had to pray
I used to steal my Daddy's cabernet
Never thought it would turn into a rattlesnake
Thinkin', everything will be all right
If we could get thru the week
Maybe see another Saturday
All the while where we know where to go
Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll
Bumpin' Goodie Mob as some food for the soul
Till it's two in the morning
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
In the city where we smash
5-0 comin' then you know I'm running
Crawling broken fences, when shit gets hard
You know who your friend is
And I lose perspective
Need to go to a place where I lose reception
Looking at the satellites pass by
Reflectin' on my past life
I can barely remember last night
Another morning, swear its the last time
Where would I be?
Can't start over if you don't get a new ID
I know the devil fancy me
But that don't mean that motherfucker gets 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 I'm zoned out
I thought about New York, maybe SoCal
Put up condos people can't afford now
Marks bulldozed been tore down
Overpopulated but the city is a ghost town
Keep a little 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