[Verse 1: Murs] Now this sounds like something that the kids From the West Coast that jock the East Coast would like So I guess that means that the kids from West That jock the East Coast now jock me, psyche How they all wanna sound like they from Detroit If you ain't dope, homeboy, then what's the point? You ain't breaking no ground, you ain't pushing no limits Tryna shop yo deal off your mixtape image, ha Fool, I write like Brian Michael Bendis Impact left on the game: tremendous No 12 inches, knowing nothing 'bout the game Spitting freestyles and bob just to get fame I'm not bitter, just a little nostalgic ‘Cause these MC's surviving '93? I doubt it The name Murs but your girl call me hers And I'm out this b**h with PH [Chorus: Aloe Blacc] I'm getting [?] I wanna go to where the sun rises In the morning And say it ain't the same Where the sun stands And where I'm going [Verse 2: Pumpkinhead] Now this sounds like something that them kids From the East Coast that sweat the West Coast would like So I guess that means that them kids from the East That's what the West now sweat means (right) Everybody is a hipster—even the thugs now They rocking technicolor flags—this sh** is bugged out I stay true to who I am and won't change While metros**ual MC's is F'ing up the game Y'all lame. My aim is precise at y'all careers (say something) I ride through your town like Paul Revere All adhere to my verse while I'm spitting My talent's in a box; yours doesn't fit in On some Hulk Hogan sh**, I ate my vitamins Deep like Leviathan, creeping through Ireland Tryna win and get gold nuggets like Iverson PH and Murs—shut the game down, try again [Chorus: Aloe Blacc] I wanna take you to Over to where the sun sets In the evening Looking for something different In my life So I'm leaving, leaving So ready to go wrong And I'm leaving Right now