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