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Walking on the pavement I chipped my pride and my teeth on The girl I grew up with lives a couple houses down The 8 Bus run the same dogs howl when the train Comes like my ex girl and next girl Used to rock the S curl wanted me a Nextel But my momma copped a Razr that's why I couldn't blame her Flippin' through my past like I used to flip the phone They kickin' out the blacks and all the houses getting clones Friends used to do pills and only eat at Du's Grill The food was pretty good but the times was better These are the only days I missed like the first shawty I kissed I used to have dreams now I dream I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags told Mom and Dad I've gotta go go And once I do they'll finally see the inner me Everybody wanna be a star everybody want a nice car Everybody wanna live great have a good damn time Never trip with the law The popo up in PO dirtier than BO Bullies from the past act like I'm they fucking hero uh Livin' in LA for the weather I FaceTime mom when I miss her I got some homies that'll never leave my hometown When I pull up to the corner it smell like Miley Cyrus I told 'em I don't smoke they say Boy you fuckin' wildin' Innocent and young reckless and we dumb Our heart is like our earth and memories the sun I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags told Mom and Dad I've gotta go go And once I do they'll finally see the inner me Mentality the same from my folks Momma wanna see me happy she don't wanna see me broke I sip red wine sauvignon Rastafar Babylon My youth will never die if I live it like a prize hey Who knows who I am who knows who I are Most people pretty sketch like a night at Echo Park That's why I just keep it cool but my time is in a leisure Everytime I'm home I catch emotion like a seizure I cut the first night we fuck around I put my finger in her bootyhole 'cause you know you gotta test the water with hoes A-a-and then I slip and slide through the times in my youth What's the age Too young to worry too old to dream What's the age Imagination to me tragedy to some What's the age I guess we'll find out when we're older Touche I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags told Mom and Dad I've gotta go go And once I do they'll finally see the inner me Oh Ooh oh ooh oh yeah Ooh ooh oh yeah ooh Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah Oo yeah-eah-eah-eah Ohhhh hmm Ohhhh hmm Hmm Turf