Creepin out the house with 20 joints rolled in my backpack with a notebook Singing like a new song with an old hook Ill get out of this place one day I was born in a lirio with a permanent case of the Mondays And some days I feel good but other days I feel like dying I wish that I was this age in 1999 I have to get my head on straight and take it line by line I'm doing fine but try to call me up some other time Cause you will not get an answer I know you tried hard and you did your best It's nothing personal it feels like a weight off my chest So i'll take what I want and I'll leave the rest I'm moving out to the great pacific northwest (and there's nothing you can do to stop me) The sun doesn't really wanna come out much And this gloomy weather never burns my skin so i'm happy 50, 75 stomping through the city, splashing Hella Kappa on my body like you've seen an advert I keep telling myself that broke is not a bad word But I keep having to use it describe myself after It'll all end in tears and after that in laughter But as long as you have a family nothing else even has to matter