Yo party people in the place to be   Yo this is Cool Calm Pete   I'ma do this in G minor      It goes lost in season    Running out of choices   Hard to cope with these lingering voices   Its hopeless I’ve got problems with authority   Its like the moral of the story is calling me   With silly pranks like you ain’t gonna win kid   This game is bugged these kids done jinxed it   Fix these plans I got hopes and dreams son   Rolling down hill and the year has just begun   I see America lonely with its dick hard (Hello)   Wrote this on the back of a greeting card   From this bleeding heart rolling down a bitter start   Its these lessons you learn from that time apart   Pull my guns out shooting at the TV.    So medicated that I damn missed the TV   But news is syndicated go catch the repeats   No place to hide run amuck in the streets       It goes lost in the city   Running out of choices   Going nowhere fast   Still hearing voices    Come on legs come on feet    I’m just tryin make a little bit of history      It’s like you write with a sharpie   And you make a fine point   Not all city you hitting up the five points   Jonsin for another attack next wave   You fake stunts that’s strictly for super Dave   Sun don’t shine now kiss the ass cheeks   These cats there testing lost there cheat sheets   If you’ve got questions then you must ask pete   The antidote over these working class beats   Woke up in the pm the face is all crusty   My feet cold even the kicks are dusty   I’m snowed in I plowed through these negatives    Its such a pain when the Bullshits repetitive   So why bother even takin’ these next steps   Even yesterday is harder to recollect   Muster it up and step out of the house   Take a little trip and start tearing it out      lost in the city   Running out of choices   Going nowhere fast   Still hearing voices    Come on legs come on feet    I’m just tryin make a little bit of history      I’m home sick rocking the New York logo   Its only been a week and you ain’t made no doe ohh   Well that blows and these are the breaks    A tall order of beef is high stakes   This is dedicated to the ones who think they getting old   Since childhood they’ve been callin you an old soul   Now bop that head its hip hop irony   For twenty sum odd years probably   Actin the same way ain’t nothing really change   Mabey that internet and new heads to blame   Glimps of the future makin these toes curl   And mabey then ill stop spyin on my ex girl   In this world famous to nameless   None of it is easy and none of it is painless   Weighless on the moon watchin the earth turn   Time on ya side and got money to burn   Got a new watch I got heat in the house   Got rhymes got beats no kid no spouse   And ima turn it out   Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out   Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out   Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out   Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out   Yo its my turn baby ima turn it out...