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Sitting at the bus stop on West Coast, rolled with my headphones
Banging in the Red Zone, stoned tryna get home
Next to some lesbo, dressed in a trench coat
Nana in a bed robe, fresh out the rest home
This feels like it's death row, plus the bus running late
Supposed to come at 8 and now it's 9 and I don't wanna wait
Around with these weirdos, dressed like scarecrows
Metallica shirts, then the plates and the earlobes
So I start walking, just to kill the boredom
Past a Harvey Norman, then the sneaker store and
That was when I saw 'em, '87 weapons
Fresh from the heavens, undefeated size 11s
"You got 10s?" He said he'll get 'em, from the back
While he's gone I just watch 'em, shine on the rack
Fighting with my mind, one guy is like, "You want this crap"
The other guy is like, "Mmm, what's wrong with that?"
See I could tell you some shit, but I ain't gonna act
Like nobody slaved for this letterman that's on my back
And I ain't Common, this is more subconscious rap
I'm just tryna make an honest track
But it's hard to be a man and a sneaker fan
Holding kicks made in Vietnam, playing Georgia Anne
Singing 'bout freedom and veganism while I eat a hamburger
Should I turn it off and listen to some Steely Dan?
'Cause man I love the custard creams and the mustard greens
Plus I got a hundy, I could blow it on a couple tees
Sick of wearing crusty jeans with busted seams
So fuck my dreams, "Bro how much are these?"
He said, "A hundred" that's when, I sat and wondered what it
Was that I wanted the kicks or just the confidence
And then, something clicked, then I left
And my fucked up New Balance took another step
On the pathway (way)
Just tryna live it like my last day (day)
No time to worry what the stars say (nah)
Just tryna give it (my all)
'Cause all I'm given (is life)
That's why I'm living like my last day (day)
Just gotta listen what my heart say (say)
No time for stressing what you can't change (nah)
Just tryna give it (my all)
'Cause all I'm given (is life)
That's why I'm living like my last day
Sitting on a slow boat to Thailand, staring out the right hand
Side, paradise is, far as the eye can
See, feeling like man, it's just a giant ant
Crawling on a flying rock, carrying some eye candy
Some white amp, I so caught up in what I have
I want, I need, iPad
My bad, I must have forgot how hard life can
Be for, people they here dying for some rice and
Peace, they, live off the earth, digging the dirt dirt
We say, isn't it worth, villages turned into rice that
West sinners burn with no concern and it's like that
Little is learned and the reserved and it's right back
To life, roll up the herb, smoke up the world like
Empathy is only a word, I think our heads got big as the bird
We say they living deferred, who are we to say that this is the first?
Only 'cause we ain't got a second, to give to a begging
Man or a hand to lend, in Armageddon
Say they lower class, than student teachers for your yoga class
"What's life?" go and ask the fisherman that's floating past my window
Show me a mansion with more manners than this temple
Drunk off the beer, essentials
Can it be that it was all, so simple
Before the East side moved Central
We praise the elegant high fliers and billionaires
They praise the elephants, white tigers and grizzly bears
Smiling through the worst flood they had in 50 years
'Cause they see everything comes, then it disappears
They got no hipsters here, nobody bitching 'bout the shit they wear
Nobody consumed by consumerism here
And they ain't got no prisons here, because the system's fear
They're just existing here, living this as if it's their last day