Im in silver lake stirring the pot
A bowl of shoyu for the soul
I hit the spliff and I'm shot
Where I grew up sorta different
Known to miss it a little
And on my very first date
I crashed my whip in the lot
In a sentimental mood, Johnny Coletrane
Im not from Chicago
But im known to be a no name
Dwelling at the bottom of the river
By the hollow
Heart missing like I'm just another citizen in Fargo
They'll be missing me tomorrow
Flowers grow on graves
I got these tulips in my chest
These girls love to pick em
Till im droopy and depressed
Happy pills in my pocket
Pop em, sparkle while they set
Watch them cut my life half
This Rocky Horror shit the best
Stop with all the pocket watching
Losing everything but sense
Because the richer that I get
The more this fuckshit feels pretend
At the function making ends
I play the field
I represent
Sense of humor is amazing
They still point and laugh at Ben
Fuck
You may laugh
You may laugh ha ha
When you see me cry
See me cryin
See me cryin
Are you gonna laugh?
When I tell you
Goodbye
Ive been wasted
Since the second that I got here
Know my mom would disapprove
Only constant in this life
Is I have too much to do
Barely any time to do it in
Ben the type ruin shit
Monochrome the keem
Its still the bellefair hooligans
I need my show
Theres no greenlight when I write it
My characters are perfect
Perfect ratings on the pilot
I'm with Pim my homies smiling
Adult swimming off the chronic
I'm resisting
Use my instincts
New horizon through the eyelids
We float
I dont know
Ive been LA for too long
Im never going home
In seventh grade im by the basin
Wishing, throwing stones
Now I getting recognized through windows
When im copping clothes
Girls love thrifting
And I'm recycled so they with him
Same shit every day
My fits looking like Peter griffin
Remember getting shit on
For the way my shit was fitting
Now my mission way too clear
Like this water that I swim in
You may laugh
You may laugh ha ha
When you see me cry
See me cryin
See me cryin
Are you gonna laugh?
When I tell you
Goodbye