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Walking on the pavement I chipped my pride and my teeth on

The girl I grew up with lives a couple of houses down

The A bus run the same, dogs howl when the train

Comes likes my ex-girl and next girl

Used to rock the S curl, wanted me a next tail

But momma copped the razor that's why I couldn't blame her

Flipping through my past like I used to flip the phone

They're kicking out the blacks and all the houses getting clones

Friends used to do pills and only eat at Du's Grill

The food was was pretty good but the times was better

These are the only days I miss like the first shorty I kissed

I used to have dreams, now I dream

I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood

Not satisfied, don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good

Packed up my backs, told mom and dad I gotta go, go

And once I do they'll finally see that it ain't me

Everybody wanna be a star

Everybody want a nice car

Everybody wanna live great, have a good damn time

Never trip with the law

But the po-po up in PO

Dirtier than B.O.

Bullies from the past act like I'm they fucking hero, uh

Living in LA for the weather

I Facetime mom when I miss her

I got some homies that'll never leave my hometown

When I pull up to the corner, it smell like Miley Cyrus

I told 'em I don't smoke, they say, "Boy, you fucking wilding"

Innocent and young, reckless and we dumb

Our heart is like our earth and memory's the sun

I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood

Not satisfied, don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good

Packed up my backs, told mom and dad I gotta go, go

And once I do they'll finally see that it ain't me

Mentality, the same for my folks

Mama wanna see me happy, she don't wanna see me broke

I said, red wine, sauvignon, rastafari, Babylon

Our youth will never die if I live it like a prize, hey

Who knows I am? Who knows I are?

Most people pretty sketch like a night at Echo Park

That's why I just keep it cool but my time is in a leisure

Every time I'm home, I catch a motion like a seizure

I slip and slide through the tire to my youth

What's age?

Too young to worry, too old to dream (Dream)

What's age?

Imagination to me, tragedy to some (People know)

What's age

I guess we find out when we're older

Touché

I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood

Not satisfied, don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good

Packed up my backs, told mom and dad I gotta go, go

And once I do they'll finally see that it ain't me, no

Turf