See me on the 10 West, cruising 'bout 55
I just feel that the breeze of these California Trees talked me in for a while
Sometimes lost, sometimes found
Somewhere buried in the crowd
Maybe on Venice Beach
Just leave me alone
Let me chief on a bowl
And throw on some Connor Reid
Put a lighter to the sky real quick if you've got one
We just gon' ride real quick
I need to see them in the sky
Yeah
I'm hitting the rode
My bags are packed
I'm leaving the city
I might not come back
Haha yeah, I'm from the wild-wild-west
And if I'm rushing for the gold, I might forget that I'm blessed
I know what glimmers won't hold
I know the winners ain't the best
I know that power ain't control
I know we'll free them if we wrest
It's all about your soul
It's about what's in your chest
Throw on some Emilio Cole
And I'll forget about the rest
Yeah-yo
Just moving and grooving
You know we had to put out a vibe real quick
So, Emilio, can you speak to them real quick