Ragers in the backyard Mom's freaking out, mom's freaking Telling me to tell my friends no stepping on the flowers It's the stone-faced stuck right in the middle kid Down and out for quite awhile Ever since a little kid But little did I know, that I'd end up exactly how I hoped So now look at me grown Oh, oh, I've come into my own Does it show I really hope it shows I don't wanna do this anymore I don't wanna open any doors Think we're better off to leave 'em closed Tough to make decisions When you don't even know what the fuck you wanted in the first place But now I'm gone in the worst way Shout goes out to all my friends I grew up with Been there with me down in the trenches, goin' up with me Wonder why I never was the one that they would fuck with Guess that's just the level of respect I've gotten stuck with Now I'm hitting slot machines and titty bars with the same kids I bought some weed and pissed off mom everyday with But she still let me throw a party for it I guess I'm sorry for it I could write a symphony with my emotions Been a couple shots deep with a young Decotiis We could take a beach week, right down by the ocean Cause hella commotion Break into a house with garden gnomes Squad marching home Right on 7th street is where the ballers home to Wawa 2 am good thing I got my own food, yeah If cutting deep inside that heart is what I wanted to do Baby I just hit the jackpot Dude she's relaxed, she's relaxed I know she's relaxed, but sober here isn't right now