St. Ides

[Verse 1] I think happiness went thataway 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'll be all right If we could get through the week, maybe see another Saturday Rollin' round with nowhere to go Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll Bumpin' Goodie Mob, have some food for the soul 'Til 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 gon' be all right [Verse 2] 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 under 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 But that don't mean the motherfucker get to dance with me [Verse 3] 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, am I zoned out? I thought about New York, maybe SoCal Put up condos people can't afford now Landmarks bulldozed, been tore down Overpopulated 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 drink, I would crack a forty-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