{I could never be the boy on the low rider I dont really see the choice, know you dont either We dont gotta see the rates for my dope album I just wanna meditate, let em hate loudly} Pretty angry for a pacifist You know I’m edging off the precipice Pessimism, preaching to the vast abyss I never let the feeling fester when I get the hit Like everyday I’m feeling better when I feel it less Your next door neighbours fu*kin dog could never mess with me You best believe I left my mark up under every tree I’ll even race him round the park to show my dominance Cause I’ll be speeding round and hopping over all the fences Sitting on em watching my friends get Drunker by the second acting what they’re repressin I can sit around and be the moody depressed kid But ain't nobody vibing with the ‘better off dead’ sh*t {people talking} Go figure Know all you need is just a new demeanour The way you fu*kin hold yourself is something you don’t think of But the hell do we know We could be rich up in Cupertino But I let it be we’re all cheaper than a pizza from Speedo Happy when I wake up and I play that song Take a minute rehabilitate my soul Fail to see the value in the things I own, but Twenty quid a week will never pay my loan When all I wanna do is jump ship I ain't taking no sh*t That ain't making no sense From these bunch of broke dicks Acting like we’re both rich Motherfu*king notions