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Sitting at the bus stop on West Coast, rolled with my headphones
Banging in the Red Zone, stoned tryna get home
Next to some lesbo, dressed in a trench coat
Nana in a bed robe, fresh out the rest home
This feels like it's death row, plus the bus running late
Supposed to come at 8 and now it's 9 and I don't wanna wait
Around with these weirdos, dressed like scarecrows
Metallica shirts, then the plates and the earlobes
So I start walking, just to kill the boredom
Past a Harvey Norman, then the sneaker store and
That was when I saw 'em, '87 weapons
Fresh from the heavens, undefeated size 11s
"You got 10s?" He said he'll get 'em, from the back
While he's gone I just watch 'em, shine on the rack
Fighting with my mind, one guy is like, "You want this crap"
The other guy is like, "Mmm, what's wrong with that?"
See I could tell you some shit, but I ain't gonna act
Like nobody slaved for this letterman that's on my back
And I ain't Common, this is more subconscious rap
I'm just tryna make an honest track
But it's hard to be a man and a sneaker fan
Holding kicks made in Vietnam, playing Georgia Anne
Singing 'bout freedom and veganism while I eat a hamburger
Should I turn it off and listen to some Steely Dan?
'Cause man I love the custard creams and the mustard greens
Plus I got a hundy, I could blow it on a couple tees
Sick of wearing crusty jeans with busted seams
So fuck my dreams, "Bro how much are these?"
He said, "A hundred" that's when, I sat and wondered what it
Was that I wanted the kicks or just the confidence
And then, something clicked, then I left
And my fucked up New Balance took another step
On the pathway (way)
Just tryna live it like my last day (day)
No time to worry what the stars say (nah)
Just tryna give it (my all)
'Cause all I'm given (is life)
That's why I'm living like my last day (day)
Just gotta listen what my heart say (say)
No time for stressing what you can't change (nah)