The City Video (MV)

Cheap highs in the night getting rained on
Faded in the city that I came from
Girls told me fibs
I was too blind to hear 'em
Put apples in the bucket so we bob like Dylan
Remember, driving around an all white Nissan
Thinking about the future
Using foresight vision
Listening to Dad as the porch light lit him
Welcome to the world of
The poor white children
Story of some middle class mall rats
Prank calling everybody in our contacts
Drinking too young, drinking too much
(Drinking too much) Right until we threw up
Then we grew up now
We're trying to prove stuff excuse us
Trying to get ahead like a moose tusk
I guess that I've been missing it lately
This here's for the city that shaped me

Wo-wo woah, I don't even know
Thinking you can fly, maybe even so
You ain't fly like me
You ain't high like me, though
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind

Yeah, I was a kid in
The city that's sun-soaked
Where some folk smoke a whole bag in one toke
Where marijuana is your partner, it's marital
The city with more green than a salad bowl
In the city where the barrels roll
And my old girls looked like Bratz dolls
And my new girl looks like a true menace
Used to drive around faded
Being too reckless
Recall all the memories in one glimpse
Recall my first loves as a young prince
Got no arse, I had girls with bum chins
Why I celebrate all the dumb
Things I've done since
All the fun shit, ignorant dumb shit
Why do we always gotta try to be smart? Shit
Rekorderlig cider, jet lighter
My blunt's lit
And my girl's hotter than inside of an armpit

Wo-wo woah, I don't even know
Thinking you can fly, maybe even so
You ain't fly like me
You ain't high like me, though
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind

Uh, yeah
The same thing on my mind in my cup again
Make my house feel like Buckingham
Try to understand we don't have a decent plan
So we keep weed in hand 'til
We feel like Peter Pan
Corners we reach fast, underneath stars
Me, deep in love in Dad's dark green Saab
I'm ticking all the days off the calendar
One hand driving through the hills
Like a rally car
Faded, never fazed by the real world
And I'm looking real sick but I feel well
And I'm looking real young but I feel aged
Pill taste got me feeling like Bill Gates
Swear I been there, heaven is a real place
But sometimes the old city's a steel cage
With me and my pale-faced compadres
Living out a skateboard soirée

Wo-wo woah, I don't even know
Thinking you can fly, maybe even so
You ain't fly like me
You ain't high like me, though
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Wo-wo woah, I don't even know
Thinking you can fly, maybe even so
You ain't fly like me
You ain't high like me, though
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind
These nights in the city got me
Feeling out of my mind