Design
Aye
Aye
Parked up in the foothills
Passing around a bottle of clear
Watching down as the city lights
Blink on and disappear
Telling all the same tales
We've already heard told
Sometimes I don't like living here
But where else the fuck we gonna go?
If I've never been nowhere
How can I have lost my way
Taking trips up in my head
Losing grip on my days
In the valley of silicon
Home of the computer chip
Where the grown ups stay late at work
And the kids are doing candy-flips
Hills full of illegal grows
In between million dollar homes
On a clear day from where they stand
See all the way to the Baylands
Where the water meets the sands
And the breeze sweeps in from the sea
I can feel my drugs kicking in
Come forth to carry me
The potassium lights drown out the stars
The exhaust fumes from all the cars
Send up a gauzy haze
Drifting over the freeways
Obscures the horizon line
And settles over the East Side
Aye
Think maybe I'll just bide my time
If its runs out it's by design
Think maybe I'll just bide my time
If its runs out it's by design
Think maybe I'll just bide my time
If its runs out it's by design
Aye
Aye
Parked up in the foothills
Passing around a bottle of clear
Watching down as the city lights
Blink on and disappear
Telling all the same tales
We've already heard told
Sometimes I don't like living here
But where else the fuck we gonna go?
If I've never been nowhere
How can I have lost my way
Taking trips up in my head
Losing grip on my days
In the valley of silicon
Home of the computer chip
Where the grown ups stay late at work
And the kids are doing candy-flips
Hills full of illegal grows
In between million dollar homes
On a clear day from where they stand
See all the way to the Baylands
Where the water meets the sands
And the breeze sweeps in from the sea
I can feel my drugs kicking in
Come forth to carry me
The potassium lights drown out the stars
The exhaust fumes from all the cars
Send up a gauzy haze
Drifting over the freeways
Obscures the horizon line
And settles over the East Side
Aye
Think maybe I'll just bide my time
If its runs out it's by design
Think maybe I'll just bide my time
If its runs out it's by design
Think maybe I'll just bide my time
If its runs out it's by design
Aye
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Writer(s): Adam Soldofsky
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