Fuck them all, they don't know How it feels to go but never go, they're not made of stone Nothing feels natural in this neighborhood Nothing goes natural In my garden, fields of concrete And the only voice that's giving any water To the plants There's no nature There's no... Nothing feels natural in this place Nothing goes natural All of the colors are painted on Shit's fake, must be a mistake As everyone skates Skate past the disaster, master of my own fate Foam cake houses in a row across the state Oh god Captain's log, I'm on this nigga's lawn His grass is made of wax, his sprinklers is on His wife is in the house, with flowers on her blouse That always stay in bloom, and pills up in her mouth I gotta make it out, I gotta make it out I'm rushin' for a route, but everyone is calm I'm in the wild west and the wilderness is gone And the people live in fear and the danger don't belong Hold up... captain's log Rhyme in here's sterile Approaching coordinates 00 34 Welcome to the wild On the way to Paul's house Left on Grant Anyways I'ma make it all I'm an explorer