Back in the day
When I was a kid
I used to believe I was born to win
Just had to trust friendship
My dreams and all that shit from
Final fantasy
All the fairytales got into my trails
But it was a lie made for TV
Coca-cola dreams arizona kings
Deep web kinks raping memories
I wanted to be anything
Always something better than
All this shit that I became
My parents always did their best
Nice guys stay for last
So no one else to blame
I always think of suicide
But I take it off my mind
Cause that shit is for the lame
Take me for a mad guy
Wrong step and I die
I'm just a player on this game
Punk rock shit, pop song hits
Disney movies, bad street weed
Pro-wrestling, sour taste drinks
Punchs on my face never used blings
Psone, tarantino flicks
Cops on my back, acid on my trip
Giving up on life, lethal weapon 3
Knifes on my mind get me outta here
What do I say?
I was raised with a tube
In front of my face
With cow & chiken and that dude
Red devil insane
That shit was dope
And I admit
I loved it
And everything
That was sick
I look back and I was
Living in the bay
Smoking all day
Running from the cops
Going to the docks
But it was okay
Going to the highway
Listening to shadowplay
Mist in my mind
Like sinatra in My Way
Get the fuck away
Gimme my pills
Painting all grey
Digging my grave
Dizzy in my wave
Living my days
This is my base
Ending my case
King of the hills
And working like slave