Ry - Dad's Porsches lyrics

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)