Steppin' out the crib like it's 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 I'm 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 I'm at school But the music's got into me and it took away my soul I just want to rock, headbanging to the knock Bitch I ball with the ball, never callin' it off Never fallin' at all, never worry 'bout a thing Everything is just peaches, I'm smokin' in the breeze Sittin' in the shade underneath the weepin' willow Blunt guts on the grass, I'm wrappin' the cigarillos And I think
Now this is really nice Breathin' in the dope, watch the clouds roll by This can't be real life Everything's a dream, I don't need to shut my eyes Now this is really nice Drugs on fire, cold water on ice This can't be real life Look me in my eyes, tell me that you'll stay tonight