The move to SoCal made me so callous

I was a cool child, now I'm such a cold savage

Let me go wild, please, lemme go bananas

Sho nice style mixed with some mean manners

Said let me go wild, bish, lemme go bananas

Sho nice style mixed with some mean manners

Coz The move to SoCal made me so callous

I was a cool child, now I'm such a cold savage

Let me go wild, please, lemme go bananas

When I'm on the West Coast, I can see palm trees

Space Ghost Coast to Coast to this calm breeze

Sick tricks on a board land bolts, strong steeze

Feel it in my core: I'm in store for some long fees

Cold nights, bomb trees, bold fights, bong cheese

Hittin resin blessed blunts that make my mom sneeze

Chillin with degenerates, derelicts with bum knees

Feeling it when I whip hard on these streets

Marred from glass at the riverbed where I meet

The punks from class with the nicotine-stained teeth

As a teen I grieved for the pain in my feet

After walking miles I'd rather skate in this heat

Hate for myself I debate what to be

In a city full of angels aiming at me

Cuz I don't know Sublime and I don't really like the beach

Don't know who wrote the song but I kinda like the beat

The music of Los Angeles erased my history

Left engravings in my parchment that only I can read

Now The move to SoCal made me so callous

I was once a cool child but now this cold savage

Needs to go wild, he bout to go bananas /

That's a sho nice style mixed with some mean manners

Said let me go wild, bish, lemme go bananas

Got a go-nuts flow it goes wit my double A swagger

All-american liar selling trouble-laid daggers

Slip it in these witches wit the dam-building badgers

Cloaking in downey being seen just makes me madder

I mean what does it matter

Anarchy on my mind poison in my bladder

Pissin on the walls of the big mad hatter

Suppressing humpty falls, dancing in the dump

It's all one crazy party from winter to fall

Once summer comes 'round the corner and calls

Stumbling through town tripping balls

Stripping bras, ripping malls, getting tossed

We get lost, drink ross, being boss, and think

Pausing for seconds at a time

Til the hours that i spent became chambers in my mind

That i filled with memories of friends, acquaintances of mine

Which i found by being a relation they could find

To have their faith revived and renewed

I be dude that only wanna screw but instead sits and broods

Posts your mom's nudes, gets a good grip on your boobs

And tries to take a pick to the truth

Mad skills in 'n' outta cities, this good kid cool