Dads Porsches - RY

The dream is always the same/

In my room, I jet set for days/

I arrived no set time or place/

Its no lie, guess I’m inspired by, the chase/

Press play, let things take their place, don’t/

Over think in extensive ways, though/

My man kurt, said burn out than fade slow/

I overheard, a friend say I ain’t dope/

Crucified, but I took it an run/

Most guys play shows but they do it for fun/

I’m trying to do it so I say look what I’ve become/

Not a bitter old man saying I could of been one/

My pursuit for perspective/

If you’re a true fan, then you’ll tell dudes check this/

I think out every move like a chess piece/

Eyes on the sky, Coachella on the checklist/

So until I get that thing ticked off/

…I guess I’ll have these older dudes ticked off?/

It was written on the wall of the city hall/

A good friend never leaves with a missed call/

Talk about dreams, maybe how I chose them/

Starting to believe that, maybe I was chosen/

Inspired by art and the moment/

Hard to achieve, but respect your opponent/

And whatever surrounds/

I could numb it with a drink maybe settle some rounds/

Lost boys on the chase, no parents around/

I guess I’m unfazed by, what they say to me now/

Lost souls, we ain’t feel that important/

Few people ever sold me to the point of endorsement/

Took everything I learnt, now press fast forward/

I be in a studio making something that’s awesome/

Growing up in the city of orphans/

Making fun of rich kids, sitting in dads porches/

Middle finger to the sky, as we’re skateboarding/

And we’re trying to survive, from this mundane boredom/

But you know I been/

Know where I been/

But you won’t find me/

You won’t find me/

But you won’t find me/

Verse II:

Rare nights, from the outside looking in/

Rare nikes, they’re like damn Ry look at him/

Flare lights, in this city of sin/

Shine bright as these cars drive right up the strip/

Something about rims, on a high class Benz/

With Double Tint, make her wanna go and jump right in/

It’s like 4am, all good things end/

As she leaves on my sheets one lipstick print/

Sunroof peeling as I’m steering through my dreams/

Running from the law and we’re stealing everything/

Pedal to floor, doors drop to our knees/

We ain’t running out of speed, she is everything i breathe/

My hair long, I been gone a few months/

Been knocked down, I dust off, I’m back up/

Fascinated by true lies, they speak of/

I take mine, It’s too late, your times up/