St. Ides Lyrics - This Unruly Mess I've Made - Ryan Lewis

I think happiness went the other way 

Sometimes you just have to wait 

I never believed in God 

But things got so fucked up 

That I had to pray 

I used to steal my Daddy's cabernet 

Never thought it would turn into a rattlesnake 

Thinkin', everything will be all right 

If we could get thru the week 

Maybe see another Saturday 

All the while where we know where to go 

Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll 

Bumpin' Goodie Mob as some food for the soul 

Till it's two in the morning 

When rain hits the windshield 

And everything is still 

Nothing really is a big deal? 

One hand on the steering wheel 

And we gon' be all right 

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I had a brown paper bag 

St. Ides in that motherfucker 

In the city where we smash 

5-0 comin' then you know I'm running 

Crawling broken fences, when shit gets hard 

You know who your friend is 

And I lose perspective 

Need to go to a place where I lose reception 

Looking at the satellites pass by 

Reflectin' on my past life 

I can barely remember last night 

Another morning, swear its the last time 

Where would I be? 

Can't start over if you don't get a new ID 

I know the devil fancy me 

But that don't mean that motherfucker gets to dance with me 

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I bought a house, second guessing what I own now (What?) 

Traffic moving kinda slow now (What?) 

I watch the population grow wild (What?) 

A bunch of people I don't know now (What?) 

My city's changed and I'm zoned out 

I thought about New York, maybe SoCal 

Put up condos people can't afford now 

Marks bulldozed been tore down 

Overpopulated but the city is a ghost town 

Keep a little real ones with me 

When it goes down 

Lack of diversity, I think about Sloane now 

Only reason I would ever leave my hometown 

If I still drink, I would crack a 40 ounce 

Parents finally left, moved away, and they sold the house 

It's really hard to ignore it now 

Wish that we could sort it out 

Last couple sips pour it out 

St. Ides