Walkin' on the pavement, I chip my pride and my teeth on The girl I grew up with lives a couple houses down The A-Bus run the same, dogs howl when it train Comes like my ex-girl and next girl Used to rock the S-curl, wanted me a next deal But mama copped the razor, that's why I couldn't blame her Flippin' through my past like I used to flip the phone They kickin' out the blacks and all the houses gettin' clones Friends used to do pills and only eat at Deuce Grill The food was pretty good, but the times was better These are the only days I miss, like the first shawty I kissed I used to have dreams, now I dream I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied, don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I got a cold, cold And once I do, they finally see the inner me Everybody wanna be a star, everybody want a nice car Everybody wanna live great, have a good damn time, never trip with the law Hit the po' boat up in P.O., dirtier than V.O. Bullets from the past act like I'm they fuckin' hero, uh Livin' in LA for the weather, I FaceTime her when I miss her I got some homies that'll never leave my home Well, I pull up to the corner, it smell like Miley Cyrus I told them I don't smoke, they say, boy, you fuckin' wildin' Innocent and young, reckless and we dumb Our heart is like our earth, and memory's the sun I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied, don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I got a cold, cold And once I do, they finally see the inner me Mentality the same for my folks Mama wanna see me happy, she don't wanna see me broke I sip red wine, Sabayon, Rastafari, Bobby Long Our youth will never die if I live it like a prize Who knows who I am? Who knows who I are? Most people pretty sketch like a knight at Echo Park That's why I just keep it cool, but my time is in a leisure Every time I'm home, I catch a motion like a seizure I slip and slide through the tire to my youth What's age? Too young to worry, too old to dream What's age? Imagination to me, tragedy to some What's age? I guess we find out when we're older Touche I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood Not satisfied, don't think I'll ever wanna stay for good Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I got a cold, cold And once I do, they finally see the inner me Mmm, touche