[Verse: Bones]
Steppin' out the crib like it's 1986
T-top Trans Am, ridin' with your [bad word] Take her to the point, drive her back off in the morning
Just a young [bad word]  stud, flick my hair then I'm rollin'
I got [bad word] if you want to feel the high
Backwoods if you want to catch the sky
Perfect mowed lawns, architecture, no flaws
Just a calm, safe neighborhood, tucked behind the mall
Parents go to work, probably think that I'm at school
But the music's got into me and it took away my soul
I just want to rock, headbanging to the knock [bad word] I ball with the ball, never callin' it off
Never fallin' at all, never worry 'bout a thing
Everything is just peaches, I'm smokin' in the breeze
Sittin' in the shade underneath the weepin' willow
Blunt guts on the grass, I'm wrappin' the cigarillos
And I think

[Hook]
Now this is really nice
Breathin' in the dope, watch the clouds roll by
This can't be real life
Everything's a dream, I don't need to shut my eyes
Now this is really nice [bad word] on fire, cold water on ice
This can't be real life
Look me in my eyes, tell me that you'll stay tonight