[Intro]

It’s like when you look at a really great sky

You’re like

Oh man, it looks like a painting

No, great paintings look like good skies

We just don’t go outside

[Verse 1]

Piecing together my life using these tainted pieces

But even the church uses stain glass when painting pictures of Jesus

The hustlers, we buying pieces

Dealing, they’re buying pieces

But with targets on their back

I don’t know that they'll find what peace is

My friend with down syndrome asked if I believe in Jesus

I said yes to save a convo neither of us needed

I’ve been feeling bad

I ain’t see him quite as frequent since I got my full time job

And this music is my weekend

Plus the reason I ain't sleepin'

I'm in my early twenties

But I feel the grey hairs growin' like retirement is coming

Shouldn’t be surprised

Granddad went grey young[?]

And that’s where I get my great luck

On USS Arizona, on December 6

Had a date that night, so his friend let him switch ID

So he could take the night off

They attacked the harbor the next morning

He was waking up, yawning next to a pretty thing

Goddamn right

Only man I know have pussy save his life

He smoke and drank every day

And he lived till he was 80

Hula girl [?]tap with a skirt that played the ukelele

And wiggled when he flexed it

Wonder if he regret it

I ain’t [?]gotta tap but if you got one, I respect it

I told my girl I get my first one when I sign the deal

She think I’m joking, but I’m being kinda real

I fell in love and I like her still

She know designer heels ain't really designed to heal

I’m trying to kill free time when you got it

We on different wavelengths ever since I left college I know

Shit

[Chorus]

But I’m from Socal

Girl, you know I surf

Said I’m from Socal

Girl, you know I surf

[Verse 2]

I lost my religion back when I began to study

Then I found God when I was free from the clutch of it

Started with a couple hits, step up to them other shit

Had me feeling better than the first time

Not fucking with the rubber tip of the hat to those living right

Right up there on the corners where I used to park my bike house

I was talking with a homie who was trying sell me Christ

I respect your beliefs, hope you respecting mine and

Historically it’s organized crime so

If you believe in God, Gotti is just fine

If you believe in Maseratis and fine wines

Hope you find your peace, I’m just trying to find mine

Walking the fine line, I talk like it’s so fine

I’m trying to connect and I’m talking about offline

They’re trying to sell heaven with judgment in they eyes

I’m just trying to keep myself in the moment at all times like

[Chorus]

You know I’m from Socal

And you know I surf

I said I’m from Socal

And you know I surf