(feat. Anderson Paak) [Chorus:] Never been the one to play it cool I never been a fan of fancy shoes I only want to stand for something I don’t care if they approve They don’t know what I’ve been through I only want to stand for something [Verse 1:] What was I thinking when I headed to SoCal? Everybody gotta order the low-cal or no-cal meal I don't even enjoy guilt I think the city turned my semen to soymilk But I’m a motherf**in hypocrite Acting like I never give a sh** But now I think about it maybe a tad bit Cause pretty baby I be ready to admit I'm thinking maybe I will never be Brad Pitt Want the celebrity? You gotta be bat sh** To want to be a piece of meat, we treat em as cold cuts But go nuts when we see em wiping their own bu*ts And the crowd goes wild But we don't smile if you got no style Gotta be kidding me, giving the pretty people the key to the city I don't even know [Verse 2:] We struttin Ain't nobody gotta tell us nothing Because a rose is a rose and I am what I am And I wear it like campaign bu*ton I don't want a side eye I say bye bye Roll up another one and hand me a Mai tai Because the people who be running the show Are kinda like the season how they come and they go And we'll be living while they looking for parking And we'll be digging while they woofing and barking They kicking in the door and hoping to barge in But this is what you get there's nothing to bargain If it's a hundred to one and we're under the gun I'm not gonna be groveling for the governor's pardon Don't gotta s** in your gut if you want to guzzle a Bud I'm about it baby, you can party with us