These are eyes are held stone cold

We don't wanna go home we just wanna get high

White lies paved in gold

Told by the cool kids every time

I stole the keys to the ride said I'm goin' for a smoke, and it works every night

And they say I'm a pretty little joke

But I'm the baddest motherfucker that was ever alive, yeah

One back two pack

Give me a division

The night is peaking through the door

So kill the division

You held my hand when I was leading toward a greater vision

I hope you understand I'm just anyone

I've lit the radio on fire now

I hope the teens are getting tired now

You know we only expire now

Got residual a nation call independence

Got a bank account a young nigga call it pension

A diamond in the rough with pain just to sum it up

Or lay your heart up on a bench when the time gets rough

Pickin' grassroots and making greens outta collard greens

I've lit the radio on fire now

Hope the teens is getting tired now

Hope the teens is getting tired out