St. Ides

I think happiness went the other way Sometimes you just have to wait I never believed in God But things got so fucked up That I had to pray I used to steal my Daddy's cabernet Never thought it would turn into a rattlesnake Thinkin', everything will be all right If we could get thru the week Maybe see another Saturday All the while where we know where to go Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll Bumpin' Goodie Mob as some food for the soul Till it's two in the morning When rain hits the windshield And everything is still Nothing really is a big deal? One hand on the steering wheel And we gon' be all right I had a brown paper bag St. Ides in that motherfucker In the city where we smash 5-0 comin' then you know I'm running Crawling broken fences, when shit gets hard You know who your friend is And I lose perspective Need to go to a place where I lose reception Looking at the satellites pass by Reflectin' on my past life I can barely remember last night Another morning, swear its the last time Where would I be? Can't start over if you don't get a new ID I know the devil fancy me But that don't mean that motherfucker gets to dance with me I bought a house, second guessing what I own now (What?) Traffic moving kinda slow now (What?) I watch the population grow wild (What?) A bunch of people I don't know now (What?) My city's changed and I'm zoned out I thought about New York, maybe SoCal Put up condos people can't afford now Marks bulldozed been tore down Overpopulated but the city is a ghost town Keep a little 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 40 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