steppin out the crib like it s 1986 t top trans am ridin with your bitch take her to the point drive her back off in the morning just a young fuckin stud flick my hair then i m rollin i got drugs if you want to feel the high backwoods if you want to catch the sky perfect mowed lawns architecture no flaws just a calm safe neighborhood tucked behind the mall parents go to work probably think that i m at school but the music s got into me and it took away my soul i just want to rock headbanging to the knot bitch i bawitdaba never callin it off never fallin at all never worry bout a thing everything is just peaches i m smokin in the breeze sittin in the shade underneath the weepin willow blunt guts on the grass unraveling cigarillos and i think now this is really nice breathin in the dope watch the clouds roll by this can t be real life everything s a dream i don t need to shut my eyes now this is really nice drugs on fire cold water on ice this can t be real life look me in my eyes tell me that you ll stay the night7