St. Ides

I think happiness went that away

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 alright

If we can get through the week, maybe see another Saturday

Rollin' around with nowhere 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 the rain hits the windshield

And everything is still, nothin' really is a big deal

One hand on the steerin' wheel and we gonna be alright

I had a brown paper bag, St. Ides in that motherfucker

Around the city, we smash, 5-0 comin', then you know I'm runnin'

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

Lookin' at the satellites pass by, reflectin' on my past life

I can barely remember last night

Another mornin', swearin' it's the last time

Where would I be?

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

I know the devil fancy me, that don't mean the motherfucker get to dance with me

I bought a house, second guessin' what I own, now (What?)

Traffic movin' kinda slow now (What?)

I watch the population grow, wow (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 torn down

Over populated, 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 drank, i would crack a forty once

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