Creepin out the house with 20 joints rolled in my backpack with a notebook
Singing like a new song with an old hook
Ill get out of this place one day
I was born in a Elyria with a permanent case of the Mondays
And some days I feel good but other days I feel like dying
I wish that I was this age in 1999
I have to get my head on straight and take it line by line
I'm doing fine but try to call me up some other time
Cause you will not get an answer

I know you tried hard and you did your best
It's nothing personal it feels like a weight off my chest
So i'll take what I want and I'll leave the rest
I'm moving out to the great pacific northwest
(and there's nothing you can do to stop me)

The sun doesn't really wanna come out much
And this gloomy weather never burns my skin so i'm happy
50, 75 stomping through the city, splashing
Hella Kappa on my body like you've seen an advert
I keep telling myself that broke is not a bad word
But I keep having to use it describe myself after
It'll all end in tears and after that in laughter
But as long as you have a family nothing else even has to matter