[Hook]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey HEY!
Blue collars (HEY)
Bright lights (yeah)
Brown Skies (uggh)
And Bullshit (nope)
Blue collars, bright lights, brown skies and bullshit
The only way to beat it is in exploits and glitches

[Verse 1]
Ten, you can hear the pistol sparkin’
Not so far from the dismal darkness
The sounds of the criminal artists
That does a good job to keep the pitbulls barkin’
Cars drive by, stylized by the hustler
The sun-kissed bus bench is brittle with the customer
The fiends with no goals or physical targets
That live in apartments that resemble the projects
Women get with men just to get ‘em some garments
They don’t consider it progress, it’s living regardless
The glass is 2 inches thick at the market
The thick chick streetwalker hops out of utility van’s parked
Waving “Hi” at my daughter––awkward
I almost could have fought her
Since I’m such a loving father, gave the slut a cup of water
To watch her vomit all over the floor and the father
Then I missed my bus, and that’s why I’m late to work!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
All I know is that I’m so SoCal
And you don’t know jack shit if you don’t like my style
All I know, but that last statement there’s exclusion
But a note from the school nurse just won’t do it (stupid)
All I know is that they can huff and they puff
But I don’t give a fuck because I was born in a gust
All I know is that life blows
So you might as well attach yourself to a kites string
And stay fly while you die slow, all I know is audible
I wrote it down to spit it over one of Mack Munk’s hot ass beats
And step back like “Good goddamn
That can’t be the only thing that junior college taught me” (no)
The nurse fought and now they’re cool (yea you swear you think you’re cool)
The thugs and jocks staying stuck in a stupor
While I was in a weed-induced coma through school
Woke up and looked around like “What the fuck, is this the future?”
You ever feel like you can’t fit in
In a crowd all alone ‘cause your friends are in the pen
Or up under some bitch tryin’ to whip the pussy
But the pussy pulled a pistol, reversed roles, and whipped them?
Well do you!?