Thank You For Listening

Fuck the Gandhi shit, eye for an eye, I live by some John Gotti shit

Fuck the apologies, you wanted me gone, now I am, so don't bother me

Beachside puffin' on the best shit, leavin' a trail of smoke when I ride like Willie Nelson

Only a few people I trust, that's Smith and Wesson

And they got smoke for anyone who tries to press me

Ya used to hate this city, but now you're back, the irony

The grass is only greener where you choose to water it

I guess the timing was off, but when it came to us, I never put no timers on it

Maybe that was my fault, but what else is new

You're not the only one who'd love to hold me responsible

They make it like I wake up and just start plottin' on

This might be the last album I make, cause I'm tired of it