[Verse 1]
Uh
Like many kids, I'm not like many kids
I scout the couch, I've been penniless
Up way too late, sometimes for a reason
Small fish in a pond, hearts in Pisces
Not the talking type, I would rather listen
This world's skinny jeans I'm tryna fit in
At the same time I wanna be recognized
But really... I don't wanna be despised
Kinda want a hoe and a money tree garden
Can I push my lucky without saying pardon?
I'm tryna find a girl I can call my own
No strings attached, like a mobile phone
All my favorite rappers take kush to the brain
But I said never mind, no Kurt Kobain
Friends addicted to games, some quick to complain
I don't wanna end up the same

[Chorus]
I stare at the open space
Hoping to find
My own place
In this world
I play the game
Lose or win
I count the winds

[Verse 2]
My city's bright lights, splash of rainbow
Shining LCDs, people's cell phones
Out on the rome, tryna get home
I need GPS to find the road to success
Tryna live without stress, it's for the best
Always "staring-at-the-ceiling feeling" in my chest
I look around, and am greeted by clouds
If they could talk, I wonder how they sound
Always always thinking, "Is life worth my pride?"
What does it mean? Do we really die?
Do I have to spend lifetimes to be a master?
Can't I skip to the happy ever after?
Uh, am I doing anything right?
What is there for me in life?
If I was a pencil, could I make it right?
Tell me there's more to this thing called Life

[Chorus]