Back into the Wilde once more unto the breech Politi-California straight preaching from the beach Instagramming asshole pictures of my feet Like I'm too cool for your startup I've already found my niche Catch me at your local kinkos printing fliers for my shows If bitches were my songs, then I'd be always bangin’ hoes But I don't need those and I keep a low pro So I do me in Latin like fuck a rapper's ego Waking up and hoping that you noticed me and tweeted While you lay awake last night and couldn't fall asleep Now I'm busking on the city streets and trusting there's a plan for me There must be because I'm lucky always gotten what I've needed Heed these words read more talk less, I bleed black ink whether happy or depressed It leads me to insanity an aggravated mess I gotta pop what's bottled up and finally de-stress Every single day is the same, never changes One step closer or I waste away Give me a place to play or to lay my head down All I want to do is make a name in this town I'd like a tall stiff drink and a tangible problem I've got some unhealthy thoughts and I lack a shrink to solve them Want a more compelling narrative and a sound that wins comparisons Like when your favorite rappers brag I wish I could embarrass them But I’m using and abusing all the posts on your news feed, Shamefully promoting songs for thumbs ups and streams I'd rather scream through guitars and be beamed up to mars Than compete with bands for shitty gigs at tenderloin bars I want a joint and a car and destination far away from All civilization and urban alienation Give me friends who hate phone screens and actually know me The ends justify the means if you don't like it, blow me It's lonely in my lab and I've been staring at this view Determined not to lose but still inspired by the truth San Francisco wants a change and I’m gonna bring to them soon I’ll make em see me make me happy Give em something new Every single day is the same, never changes One step closer or I waste away Give me a place to play or to lay my head down All I want to do is make a name in this town

Want that fell asleep at sunrise last night Never saw it coming in the west coast waves But I’m on that tryna get my feet back street that Need to relax and misbehave Take a trip to the land of the sundown drink Where the views improve when you have time to think To a world where the wires in the walls aren’t linked To the beating of your heart and your thoughts in the ink No phone, no shoes, no service Just what I want, keep my conversations earnest Just us few and skinny j burning Not a know it all we live what we’re learning We can exist in a million realities In one land but we’re living in a fallacy With one hand I can leave what’s around me But living in the now helps you finally feel free Won’t work all day all year for life So I can make the paper to pay for my funeral I’ll cut the cords that keep me up at night The wilde is calling I don’t plan to stand still Want that fell asleep at sunrise last night Never saw it coming in the west coast waves But I’m on that tryna get my feet back street that Need to relax and misbehave All I ever need is the tide and night sky A bottle on a the beach and a reason why History can move on and leave me behind And no one can touch me and I’ll feel just fine If you feel so inclined you can join me and leave them Peace to the living the living dead lie here and grieve them Bury all your things in time capsule deep then Wait it out with me till future retrieves them I hope that those people will be powered on brain waves And bubble gum and hip-hop are cultural mainstays If the world is the same when I check if it’s changed I’ll be hacking into our cultural mainframe We’ll read left to right again, and need breath to speak I’ll shut down the media give voice to the weak We’ll have 30 hour days, only two in a school week Depression will be gone we won’t see things so bleak Want that fell asleep at sunrise last night Never saw it coming in the west coast waves But I’m on that tryna get my feet back street that Need to relax and misbehave

City lights roof back cruising down our streets Nice little view through the fog and some new beats My girl next to me in the passenger seat The world out in front of us tonight we are free Smoke rings fast food and back seat love Driving like a video game I'm tryna level up All my devils gone cuz she keeps them at bay No apples no doctors just this once a day We were trapped in the rat race then flash in the fast lane Never ones to wait we can make our own places Hard to stay grounded when faced with open spaces Down to run up and leave life is sweet taste it We cross the golden gate take one look and book it Paradise or bust find gold or keep looking Home is where open road is totally empty We're alone in this together two hearts and an engine Call me Mario Andretti or lead foot or better yet A getaway driver for work week survivors Weekend escapism races for sanity Finally someone understands we don't need a plan b Plan to have adventures leave our tenures of boredom Spending June to September driving through California We'll sit by the Pacific till its burned into our cornea Specific destinations are unknown but according to Our summer sun tans and the feeling of your hands All roads lead home GPS set to sand They will catch us if they can but they can't track us down We'll fly under under their radar till we choose to drive out Starry nights brights on the stereo plays our song The type of trip to make you never wanna call mom Soon it will end till then we're independent Can't last forever but it's still worth pretending Never outta gas and We're never coming back Going off the beaten path Right on track Never outta gas Often off the map Leaving for the weekend And we're never coming back SOMA to Sonoma, Santa Rosa to Oakland The Bay to Monterey, down the 1 over the ocean 110 on the 101, soaking up the summer sun Third Eye Blind’s Semi-Charmed Life, let me run Getaway Mendocino, up in Napa sippin’ Pinot Warped tour, Mountain View, kick it with the emo kids See my dudes in Santa Cruz, San Jose video shoot Stinson beach, week or two, swisher sweet, sunroof Cops don’t stop us, never get caught up, Everywhere we thought up, been there, got some Thin blue air the wind in our hair, Young and reckless, not scared Never outta gas and We're never coming back Going off the beaten path Right on track Never outta gas Often off the map Leaving for the weekend And we're never coming back

You can have my bones and You can have my music but you You can have my clones and Can’t have my soul yet You can have my bones and You can have my clones and You can have my music but you Can’t have my soul yet Don’t panic, don’t trip Don’t freak, don’t flip Just breathe, grow up Can’t sleep, so what Stress out, hide out A mess now, lie about it Tell yourself it’s alright Stay up writing all night I can't say why I picked a passion in which I was sure to struggle See myself in Harry Potter I'm a helpless fucking muggle I'm allergic to sports but I always gotta hustle And I'm good at sex and hugging but still working on my snuggle Bout as thuggish as a Buzzfeed blogger, sans pretension I talk like I know but I'm filled with apprehension Attack tracks one at a time like fighting evil henchmen I intend to break into your mind and make you see a new dimension Time to look inside and find the kid they couldn't kill They can test me, stalk me, feed me pills But I'm living summer and I'm permanently chill If my youth is dead then this is my will If my youth is dead then this is my will You can have bones and You can have my clones and You can have my music but you Can't have my soul yet You can have my bones and You can have my music but you You can have my soul and Can’t have my soul yet You can have my bones and You can have my soul and You can have my music but you Can’t have my soul yet Don’t panic, don’t trip Don’t freak, don’t flip Just breathe, grow up Can’t sleep, so what Stress out, hide out A mess now, lie about it Tell yourself it’s alright Stay up writing all night

I am the product of the voice on the beat And the snap-back-hat wearin’ guy on the street Armed with a fender strat and an mpc In the booth confessing on your mp3s I am the sum of every record I own I remember every word and I recite em like poems Not worldwide known but world wide web grown The more music I played the less I seemed to feel alone So when you hear this song, you can throw it in your music box Put me in your headphones let me seep into your thoughts When you’re walking through the downtown blocks in your city Feeling stressed out, overwhelmed and generally shitty You can let this little message nestle deep inside your brain Get it in your head and then embed it in your veins When everything is pain and you can’t even explain it You can patch up your gashes with tracks and this who to blame it on Fuck your social media, Reality TV, All your needy friends And your Netflix fees Fuck all your dues to pay Just wanna live free All my isolated homies Get down with me All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme All we wanna do is just waste our time All we wanna do is play songs you hate All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great I am the quotient of stress over bullshit Walking by the waterfront and staring at the ocean But a tidal wave of bass hits ears and on that notion I’m at peace with my anxiety and I am fucking coastin’ Everything gets worse till you empower yourself If you don’t always feel it, you have music to help Those who don’t understand, they can go to hell Don’t explain your lifestyle, music keeps your well You are healthy and alive, in your prime and in your youth You never even need to be the loudest in the room When you walk in, the bass kicks… boom If you are what eat, then it’s beats you consume Fuck your social media, Reality TV, All your needy friends And your Netflix fees Fuck all your dues to pay Just wanna live free All my isolated homies Get down with me All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme All we wanna do is just waste our time All we wanna do is play songs you hate All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great I am the difference between blink-18-2pac I spit to span the spectrum from old rap to new rock Singing back lyrics to from Black Keys to Hot Chip Biggie to dead prez, bigger than hop-hip Bigger than a genre more than a feeling I figured out that music shit was the best way of dealing Cheaper than the therapy and better than the drugs Prescribe me a track, sit back and feel the buzz From the back of the class to the front of the club I feel you man and I've been there lemme show you some love Lose it to the music cuz you can't get enough Use it to forget like your past wasn't rough Rap, pop and rock and roll, grab it cop it, let it flow Out your window cuz you know it's what you got inside your soul Fuck your social media, Reality TV, All your needy friends And your Netflix fees Fuck all your dues to pay Just wanna live free All my isolated homies Get down with me All we wanna do is bump beats and rhyme All we wanna do is just waste our time All we wanna do is play songs you hate All we wanna do is this and it feels fucking great

I’m scared that my sheets will swallow me in my sleep and suck me down deep Into the depths of despair When I regain consciousness I’ll be astonished if I don’t need a gas mask to breathe the air Every new song will be factory made and we’ll accept our doomed fate as fact that remains Then earthquakes and hurricanes will rattle the nation and we’ll pretend not to know why the affected locations Are mostly filled with the urban poor and there’ll be a plan to fix it that congress won’t vote for And more and more we’ll notice mass media is fruitless and our noble quest for new stuff has rendered us useless And I can’t do shit And I can’t do shit And I can’t do shit My hands in my pockets touring the apocalypse and watching all the rocket ships fly away All the important people sent to space, Bill Gates, Jay-Z, the president, the Yankees And frankly, no one will ever even look for me, left off the shuttles with no book to read Think my ideas fell on deaf ears and cold hearts, I’m scared I’m unoriginal my best years had no spark This fear trumps resilience I’m anything but brilliant my life is a joke whose delivery is killing it Afraid I won’t prevent this or even make a difference and this song will echo my entire existence And I can’t do shit And I can’t do shit And I can’t do shit When my pen’s out of ink and my heads out of verses I’m hoping I’ll be over that fear And maybe one day if you hear what I say, you can finally fall asleep head clear milo: That’s a dead deer Ahem Maybe perhaps i can't do shit But i certainly can dual wield q-tips And clean smudges off miniature armoires And give gatekeepers with stiff hands, arm bars I'm not scared of the dark Or to wave my freak flag around the creeps at the park Watch me translate anguish with a beat pad Watch me cultivate the hairline of Charlie Sheen's dad That seems rad and fear is dumb Wear sheer leggings that reveal your bum Don't call back those bill collectors Don't find jobs in the private sector Grow oranges, change your name to Hector Avoid buying knives from vector Et cetera, et cetera Decorate the dark hallways with poinsettias Don't befriend people called trendsetters Because they're liars and fibbers black hat spies and Indian givers Be generous with thai food deny the antecedent And give stink eyes to guys who are rude It's that easy It's that easy It is absolutely that easy.

I’m feelin like an idiot, I’m feeling like a failure I’m feelin’ like I’m fuckin’ up and I am going nowhere Hand cramps, band camp, no rhythm, can’t dance Every day I wake up it gets harder to stand I wanna catch a break like a surfer, can’t plan it Gotta sit and wait and paddle every fucking day’s a battle Ax and brawl, sonata, adderall Add it all up I’m a zero, gutter ball What are my motives? What do I want? To get over myself and express my thoughts But I’m getting pretty brainwashed pain washed down the drain All the drinks, drugs, and melatonin mashes up my brain Insane like a headcase, in case you inquired Questioning my own spark and feeling uninspired Nineteen I can’t retire, can’t lie though man it haunts me, What if I want the world but the world doesn’t want me? The give us pills for depression age fifteen Generation RX are you with me? I know that you’re out there, I know you can hear me Seen too many attempts and no one thought clearly Feelin’ like I don’t care, like I don’t even want it I didn’t want to say it but I think you caught on I’m a long ways away from where I was when I began Though I’ve gotten better never got a master plan Just a plastered bastard rapper slash a musical disaster Just an asshole when depressed and the rest I’m just an actor Lack of motivation plays the culprit as a factor And I used to wanna be something now I’m just a slacker Waking up now and it’s past noon, hacking a lung in the bathroom Passed out last night did it cuz it felt right Dude you got a light? I’m burning at both ends Family friends and classes getting fucked up again One hand got a bottle and the other got a pen Writing on a thin line and feeling on edge See it through my lens in the theatre of my mind Get fucked up therefore I am wasting my fucking time (Shoutout to Descartes) The give us pills for depression age fifteen Generation RX are you with me? I know that you’re out there, I know you can hear me Seen too many attempts and no one thought clearly I made it to Twenty I made it to Twenty I made it to Twenty You can’t take that from me I made it to Twenty I made it to Twenty I made it to Twenty And I’m not done yet I made it to Twenty I made it to Twenty I made it to Twenty Got a million left The give us pills for depression age fifteen Generation RX are you with me? I know that you’re out there, I know you can hear me Seen too many attempts and no one thought clearly

Planet earth, box set Calvin Hobbes, Fox trot Ted Talks, bagels lox Aimless and lost Famous in my thoughts But I rarely leave my head And I get down when the beat drops And chill in the tree tops Waffle crisp and coffee 2:15 in the evening I'm either writing or sleeping And hibernation's last season I'm need of motivation for another profession For when rhymes don't make rent but till then it's a blessing I can make a mean panini, I'd be down to be a genie I could write for your zine or you could let me run the media Reading Wikipedia pages about some evil lair Playing Madden 08 as Steve McNair Because this is who I really am Yeah this is who I really am Because this is who I really am They wonder why am I rapping and I wonder why they're not The worlds full of villains and I call em on their plots Michael Cera plays my characters write Super Bad raps I am youth in revolt with an Mbox and snaps Never one to battle not that into myself I don't talk money not that into the wealth My disposition sunny and I wish you good health Got a most improved player trophy up on my shelf I'm eating Oreos and apples sipping white rum and snapple I'm pretty shy in person I don't tend be an asshole At my desk making a press kit at eleven on a Saturday While my friends are doing bad shit like they're ratchet at a frat And maybe I'm the weird one I find other people draining But I hate to be alone and I say this to explain That I'm a contrasting hypocrite who tries hard not a give a shit Doing nothing for the thrill of it winning praise due to forfeit Self-pity's so morbid though and this self portrait ain't Van Gogh This is simply me I just record it and jam slow They ignore it cuz it's not torrid stick to the status quo But Imma get my recognition cuz my timings apropos Because this is who I really am Yeah this is who I really am Because this is who I really am Never one to battle not that into myself I don't talk money not that into the wealth My disposition sunny and I wish you good health Got a most improved player trophy up on my shelf

Listen to riff-raff trying to sell itself Talking weed, money bitches sounds like everybody else I am simply synthesis, antithesis of this shit Wishing it was different so i'll preach it till it is White like Vanilla Ice, Miller and Macklemore Can't jump, can't dunk, can't slap backboards All my tracks slaps even though I don't stack more Smack nerds back to the burbs if they call me dirty words Call me Peter Pan never grow up Captain of the hooks, good looks, or close enough Most of my shit isn't boastin', it's love And I'm coastin' and toasted and tryna have fun with it Wallet's got ones, and I don't need your stuff I don't tote guns and I don't buy the fluff All I need are real friends, sun, and sand to post up Dark lens days, long nights, west coast, yup! Listen to the pop stars trying to climb the pop charts It all sounds the same like they're processed: pop tarts I don't claim to be the best and I don't need the title either Only beats homies and trees so I can't float into the ether Modern day McCandless your parents can't handle it I tell them I make hip-hop they look at me like damn I'm a wet cement vandalist and musical anarchist Hustling on my own hoping my destiny will manifest Pray for the best and expect the gutter In the past ten years I grew up out of my stutter Want my flow to steer me clear of tidal waves like a rudder You can use them all for baking because they're smooth like PAM Up in the booth like Shaq, Shazam Here’s a brand new beat made for TV, KaBlam! It’ll never make it here, but it’s big in Japan I’ll damn up the mainstream and start my own brand This is urban liberation For an alien nation Tune into your own station And embrace the sensation Scarub: I’m not one for boarders, I be scaling them Out this new world order, taking trails that bend I don’t follow, don’t understand, or deal with them Laws of nature; only rules, nothing realer than No cloned chromosomes, I stand alone Amongst a flock of sheep, I’m an alien You’re not from where I’m going, different time zone We don’t form the same crop circles, fill you in I’m like helium, when you breathe; exhale with a higher form of speech High pitch like throwing over trees, rock hard like I’m boating over seas Interstellar aviator surfing audio waves on your receiver Put an ear to the speaker Hear me flow over beats, I just coast like a beach, stay a float with a speech At my leisure The less I care what you think I feel free-er Shooting star on my way to Mars And yes I’m rare, don’t you blink, while I’m here I’m just passing through, suspect at large Urban liberation living with no hesitations Creative thinking mixed and merged with imagination Swerving and chasing mines, dream catching, time racing Got to streamline, emerge out the situation So many trends, hash tags, and fads This alien nation is hard to get a grasp Get a grip, get a clue, get a pass Life’s a trip. How long will you last? I tune out and tune into my own station And listen to my intuition like a broadcast The moon in out, and they say the sky is the limitation But on the surface of it, isn’t there some new paths? So I’m embracing the sensation Change the future right now; build a better past Haters gonna hate, turn it into motivation Originate like the greats, until we’re free at last. This is urban liberation For an alien nation Tune into your own station And embrace the sensation