One-liner flow, see it in my liner notesThe kind of ideas make it seem like the thoughts tookThree hundred and sixty-five nights, I picture the high lifePool side, made my own terms from lonely nights(See 'em with all my dogs out here right now)Born our own flow, they say old soul with kid's energyStill draw from my torso for enemies by any meansI seen what it's worth, a curse, snakes and centipedesVenomous, seems the only safe place is Venice Beach(Back home, right here)I try to wrong my rights, I try to right my wrongsI try to write my songs, shine lights but the night is goneDaybreak becomes the encoreCan't tell the date or state because I'm on tourA young kid pumping De La Soul, I spit live, you could say, no goSixteen, not a day, no flow, I grew up a nervous skaterSome headed for greatness, others serve as waitersSome nameless, others was starsAnd straps ain't famous, steel that ain't stainlessHigh haters, peace signs, see you laterLying for no reason, quit trying, it's breezyEasy target, walked up in Florida Gators (Step, step)Origin Lost Angels, support LakersFour-finger discounts, this an ounce my fortressPortraits of my get-down, live from Belgium stagesL.A. made 'em, L.A. grazed 'em, and L.A. saved 'emIt's back to the Beach, bitch, where Miss Taylor raised 'emMy mama opposite of Sarah Palin, with no gat from RussiaLooking back like "Quit playing," Ev' is here stayingI won't change nothingLord forgive me for all of my sinsBut I won't change nothing
