Dirty room full of swisher wrappers Smell of reggie and tears of laughter Depressed as f** inside, but that's not the factor That was me a year ago, now it's all good, fool Southeast to the beach of the beats 710 west is where i lay my head to rest Full of that grapefruit oG in my chest Reminiscing about the days always When i sold packs of xany's in my high school's hallways Proud of my progression and my failures are slowly becoming my life's lessons High above the clouds from tokin huge amounts My head's lost in heavenly reverie And i don't even wanna think of violence, put away your weaponry Palm trees line my new street And i got a degree to make that sh** complete I used to dream like was this easy Now it is, b**h you see these trees breezing? This is crazy, what life has really made me