[Verse 1: Lila]
Born on the Gold Coast
Its a shithole, at most
That is host to, scumbags, bimbos and everything else
Almost, a hell hole but
I smoke my bong
Write another song
This weed is strong
I can’t be wrong
Friday feels long
But it always blurs together
On the G-link
My heart sinks
See the local stink
Eshays, EU Boom in hand
Nike brands
Okay, I hate Queensland
Governments fucked
It’s always sucked
Clive Palmers kinda cool
Except he’s Liber-rool
The school system, shit
School kids, slitin they wrist
Crying through their fit
Cos they’re stuck in a pit
Of depression, and pain and aggression
All the confessions, that I’ve heard
You may think some, are quite absurd
Stop being a sheep, following the herd
Suicide the biggest killer under 25
It’s one third, I will be heard
Take my word, doves the bird
[Verse 2: Lila]
High schoolers abusin weed
As a way to feel freed
Some might turn to speed
Crack or MD
Whatever succeeds
But sometimes
They choose to exceed
Its agreed, thats quite
Sad indeed, OD
Another young death
How can religion say this is all a test?
No matter if you’re the best
No matter how blessed
You will be forgotten, just like the rest
But I’m on a rap quest
Some might say conquest
Others call me a pest
But I’ve got an issue
That must be addressed

[Verse 3: Lila]
Surfers Paradise
Used to be a nice, slice of life
Now ehsays on every
Corner looking for a fight
With people fresh off a flight
Thinkin their tight
Comin out at night
All cracked up white boys
Thinkin their hood, but they’re
Just kids, playin with their toys
All making noise, trynna get the attention
Their parents never gave them
Thats all i’m gonna mention
[Verse 4: Lila]
When I walk into Surfers at night
I feel the tension, it’s not right
Its like an alternate dimension
Drunk girls crying, drunk idiots fighting
Police prescence tightening
The atmosphere, frightening
All the clubs, repetitive music
I feel like I’m gonna lose it
The booze fueled violence hence the
Police prescence also caused
Lockout laws, which puts a pause
On the fun, at 3am, but thats
When the mayhem, starts
All the friends start to part
All the fights start
Blood on the sidewalk
Crackheads trynna talk
I no longer feel shock
No matter what I see
Thats what this city
Has done to me

[Hook: Lila]
I’m gonna get big
Earn the money
To move away
It no longer
Feels like home
Its time for
Me to stray
No matter
How much
I must pay
I cannot stay
[Verse 5: Lila]
So many people, have past damage done
That to this day, they still try to run
Fuck I’m still trynna run
This mental war, isn’t fun
I wish I could quit, say I was done
Get a gun, take off the ton weight
On my chest, its a curse that I was
Blessed, but I have a goal
To be the best, so I ain’t dyin yet
No matter the debt, or threat I get
I won’t fret and let, it get to me