Surf

[Intro] It’s like when you look at a really great sky You’re like Oh man, it looks like a painting No, great paintings look like good skies We just don’t go outside [Verse 1] Piecing together my life using these tainted pieces But even the church uses stain glass when painting pictures of Jesus The hustlers, we buying pieces Dealing, they’re buying pieces But with targets on their back I don’t know that they'll find what peace is My friend with down syndrome asked if I believe in Jesus I said yes to save a convo neither of us needed I’ve been feeling bad I ain’t see him quite as frequent since I got my full time job And this music is my weekend Plus the reason I ain't sleepin' I'm in my early twenties But I feel the grey hairs growin' like retirement is coming Shouldn’t be surprised Granddad went grey young[?] And that’s where I get my great luck On USS Arizona, on December 6 Had a date that night, so his friend let him switch ID So he could take the night off They attacked the harbor the next morning He was waking up, yawning next to a pretty thing Goddamn right Only man I know have pussy save his life He smoke and drank every day And he lived till he was 80 Hula girl [?]tap with a skirt that played the ukelele And wiggled when he flexed it Wonder if he regret it I ain’t [?]gotta tap but if you got one, I respect it I told my girl I get my first one when I sign the deal She think I’m joking, but I’m being kinda real I fell in love and I like her still She know designer heels ain't really designed to heal I’m trying to kill free time when you got it We on different wavelengths ever since I left college I know Shit [Chorus] But I’m from Socal Girl, you know I surf Said I’m from Socal Girl, you know I surf [Verse 2] I lost my religion back when I began to study Then I found God when I was free from the clutch of it Started with a couple hits, step up to them other shit Had me feeling better than the first time Not fucking with the rubber tip of the hat to those living right Right up there on the corners where I used to park my bike house I was talking with a homie who was trying sell me Christ I respect your beliefs, hope you respecting mine and Historically it’s organized crime so If you believe in God, Gotti is just fine If you believe in Maseratis and fine wines Hope you find your peace, I’m just trying to find mine Walking the fine line, I talk like it’s so fine I’m trying to connect and I’m talking about offline They’re trying to sell heaven with judgment in they eyes I’m just trying to keep myself in the moment at all times like [Chorus] You know I’m from Socal And you know I surf I said I’m from Socal And you know I surf