It's growing, growing, heart's still unfolding 
High into the heavens, where my head it keep floating 
Floating, if I'm not loaded I'm loading 
Up my shotgun to blow a hole up in the old me 
That well [bad word] dry, looking get a nosebleed 
Wonder why I walked around with pockets full of posy 
Ashes, ashes, hit it till it cashes 
And start to freestyle as if I just licked some acid 
Kill my favorite rappers in a room covered in plastic 
And make these other suckers feel lucky they get their [bad word] kicked
Enough about my passions, I'm past them 
Imagine, there's really treasure hidden in the trashcan 
Rich [bad word] homeless, Roman, the coldest 
Parts of the California coast 
It's ghostly mostly, hearts turn to sharks and the smart get lonely 
I'll make it by myself before I make it with phonies 
I hopped off the boat and a brother kept floating 
At times I lose my drive, but I know where I'm going 
Going, life's short, hear the time tick 
Know it's out there, hope I find it 
Diamond, while I was in the dirt coal mining 
Like it took a long time, but perfect timing 
Uh, I'm trying to just find it 
Looking for the next word and wonder where my mind went 
Uh, I'm lost in the same old 
Looking at my heart and then I fill in all the painhole 
Cut it out, never been no angel 
But not a demon, though the horns cut to halos, heyo 
What you be though, heyo