[Verse]
Nice kid with a golden heart but a lot of problems
How many does it take to change a lightbulb and solve 'em
They call me Mr. Clean, real smooth with a condom
My music is my introspect, reflection of my past
Time to make some conscious rap, complexion of the map
Feel like a connoisseur, stuck up pretentious twat
Acting like a smartass with a Blue Bottle Coffee
Feminist hipster bitch giving me sloppy toppy
Mission District with my posse, this ain't no hobby
Wayne Gretzky slide in DM's, yeah you see him playing hockey
Want me to tell you the truth or be politically correct?
Taking off her clothes, she lose a lot of self respect
She don't want no love but she wants to have some sex
Behind each other's backs, man, that's a bunch of disrespect
Take you on a dinner date and you disconnect
Post your life on social media, start over, reset

[Hook]
Who knows, go back to San Bruno
Visiting old friends, they giving me kudos
Who knows, go back to San Bruno
Visiting old friends, they giving me kudos
Who knows, Who knows, Who knows
Who knows, Who knows, Who knows

[Verse]
They dead broke, got no cash
These rappers falling off, I give em' two years max
You might be popping off but these n***as don't adapt
Tattoos on his a face and a dick up in his ass
Spit insightful lyrics and these n***as staying mad
Bunch of fucking broke boys man I'm never going back
Washed up on the beach and I'm just going off the cliff
Quarter pound of weed and I'm just blowing off a spliff
Ken Griffey smashed a homer, yeah you know we making hits
Moraga house party, yeah we mothafuckin' lit

[Hook]
Who knows, go back to San Bruno
Visiting old friends, they giving me kudos
Who knows, go back to San Bruno
Visiting old friends, they giving me kudos
Who knows, Who knows, Who knows
Who knows, Who knows, Who knows

[Verse]
Tim Cook, no transparency, man, everything's a secret
Neymar, skill, dexterity, I'm fishing in the deep end
Hellen Keller, Stevie Wonder are my wide recievers
Durant to Golden State, yeah he make those titles cheaper
Rollie on my wrist, yeah we playing finders keepers
All about the frat parties, I'm the mighty Caesar
My dad holding in a brown baby oh damn he’s pregnant
Back in 1960 the hippies were oh, so vagrant
Tore my ACL, cologne my fragrance, will I make it?
Driving through the lane it’s smelling like Roses
Wednesday night fever, play the flu game like I’m Jordan
Nobody ever there for you til it’s too late
I’m telling you people always be switchin lanes
The real shit still there, the mind don’t alleviate
All I can do is close my eyes and just meditate
Stabbin through thick skin and the wounds just aggravate
Heard it on the news, haven’t taken BART since
Abusive Chris Brown, swing my fist at a bitch
No limit im a fuckin solider, take too many hits
The media, the critics, they try to crucify me
Don’t step too close, don’t mothafuckin’ try me
Don’t step too close, don’t mothafuckin’ try me

[Hook]
Who knows, go back to San Bruno
Visiting old friends, they giving me kudos
Who knows, go back to San Bruno
Visiting old friends, they giving me kudos
Who knows, Who knows, Who knows
Who knows, Who knows, Who knows

[Outro]
San Bruno broke boys do the same shit
Dead end jobs, yeah they do the same shit
Sip and smoke all day, yeah they do the same shit
They do the same shit, yeah they do the same shit