i'm 23, still waiting on puberty
tryna be a cooler me, who did I used to be?
surrounded by clowners, not sure what proxy your on
Up for some downers, those kids are some oxy morons
Lots of hipsters, like why is this vodka twelve dollars?
back home. we'd just drink the well water,
Hawk a loogie like I'm selling boogers out a helicopter
Rock a hoodie and I'm feeling gooder then a Kevin Costner
Lookalike after the release of a Kevin Costner movie
As in I've been good up until the last year
I mean I'm getting work but only my ass cares
Seriously, Coster was an actor mainly of our parent's generation

Ride with me, Ride with me through the cold
Don’t know where we’re going so we’ll take it real slow
Ride with me, ride with me through the swamp
Where are we coming from, I already forgot?
Ride with me, ride with me through the cold
With you it’s not scary that we’re getting so old

I know we thought we'd be bigger shots but that failed quick
That's a sailed ship floating with the whales bitch
We all thought that we'd be kings,
not doing bikram yoga, buying almond milk and kale chips
It isn't over, I got negative momentum
eyes closed running with a life that's too expensive
Habits that are bad, a bunch of friends that also in it
They'd give the shirt off their back but Im too tall and skinny

Ride with me, Ride with me through the cold
Don’t know where we’re going so we’ll take it real slow
Ride with me, ride with me through the swamp
Where are we coming from, I already forgot?
Ride with me, ride with me through the cold
With you it’s not scary that we’re getting so old

I rap for the pound counts, Pounding a round cow,
Only sound on my sound cloud is bow chicka wow wow
Fuck it I got shy, buckets of popeyes,
Till our demise, we're all young in the sunrise
A generation lost in optimism, aspirations
Which undervalue working every day for payments
Cause if it ain't your passion you a failer, if I don't hustle
acting, rapping, laughing then you best pass my inhaler
That aint why I do it, it's a definite plus
I pursue it cause I always have my head up my butt
choosing to pick spliffs over breakfast and lunch
suck it down quick till its resin and crutch
been doing this for years I ain't your regular chump
Your heart will go arrhythmic and your head it'll bump
Rap till my competitor chunks, whatever its better
spending all day in my bed in a funk
Isn't it dumb? A pen and a drum
Getting good at rapping's like collecting some junk
But it's some junk that I can rock and I can make it look cool
And if you don't think I look cool I'll shut your dick in my trunk

They told us how cool we are, now i can tell we're fools
We can't all be superstars, then who will sell the tools?
We can't all be in the news, who will provide the news?
can't be kevin costner, that's some generation y-er blues

Ride with me, Ride with me in the cold
Don't know where we're going so we'll take it real slow
Ride with me, ride with me through the swamp
I'd ask for directions but I think we're all lost
Ride with me, Ride with me in the cold
With you it's not scary that we're getting so old
Ride with me, ride with me through the swamp
Where are we coming from, I already forgot
Ride with me, Ride with me in the cold
Don't know where we're going so we'll take it real slow
Ride with me, ride with me through the swamp
I'd ask for directions but I think we're all lost