Verse I:
The dream is always the same/
In my room, I jet set for days/
I arrived no set time or place/
Its no lie, guess I'm inspired by, the chase/
Press play, let things take their place, don't/
Over think in extensive ways, though/
My man kurt, said burn out than fade slow/
I overheard, a friend say I ain't dope/
Crucified, but I took it an run/
Most guys play shows but they do it for fun/
I'm trying to do it so I say look what I've become/
Not a bitter old man saying I could of been one/
My pursuit for perspective/
If you're a true fan, then you'll tell dudes check this/
I think out every move like a chess piece/
Eyes on the sky, Coachella on the checklist/
So until I get that thing ticked off/
...I guess I'll have these older dudes ticked off?/
It was written on the wall of the city hall/
A good friend never leaves with a missed call/
Talk about dreams, maybe how I chose them/
Starting to believe that, maybe I was chosen/
Inspired by art and the moment/
Hard to achieve, but respect your opponent/
And whatever surrounds/
I could numb it with a drink maybe settle some rounds/
Lost boys on the chase, no parents around/
I guess I'm unfazed by, what they say to me now/
Chorus:
Lost souls, we ain't feel that important/
Few people ever sold me to the point of endorsement/
Took everything I learnt, now press fast forward/
I be in a studio making something that's awesome/
Growing up in the city of orphans/
Making fun of rich kids, sitting in dads porches/
Middle finger to the sky, as we're skateboarding/
And we're trying to survive, from this mundane boredom/
Chorus:
But you know I been/
Know where I been/
But you won't find me/
You won't find me/
(Repeat x 4)
But you won't find me/
Verse II:
Rare nights, from the outside looking in/
Rare nikes, they're like damn Ry look at him/
Flare lights, in this city of sin/
Shine bright as these cars drive right up the strip/
Something about rims, on a high cla** Benz/
With Double Tint, make her wanna go and jump right in/
It's like 4am, all good things end/
As she leaves on my sheets one lipstick print/
Sunroof peeling as I'm steering through my dreams/
Running from the law and we're stealing everything/
Pedal to floor, doors drop to our knees/
We ain't running out of speed, she is everything i breathe/
My hair long, I been gone a few months/
Been knocked down, I dust off, I'm back up/
Fascinated by true lies, they speak of/
I take mine, It's too late, your times up/
(Chorus)