Brothers From Another, Sol - Pike & Broadway lyrics

I guess that we gon' ride it
Ride it til the wheels off be an artist
Fuck finding a real job
But 'til then? Procrastinatin'
Homework and applications so please
Stop asking me about my plans for graduation
My homies did it right, going corporate
I'm just living life and then recording it
Don't like it I'm overrated
Then fuck up all complaining, it was free
I'm just chilling with my
Niece Monday morning
Mighty morphin' power rangers puberty
Had me tryna fuck Topanga so I hope
My niece don't grow too quick
Fall in love with a show and shit
Got bad knees and I'm old and shit
And arthritic from tweetin'
When it wasn't wage weekends
You think you great, you pretend
My first love don't give a fuck when I call
Cause, I'm pissy drunk when she picking
Up if she answer at all
All my friends say they too busy, my
My kitchen filthy
Rent due, not living like we pretend to
Can't afford half of the menu
Talk is cheap, tacos too
Raised on Pike and Pine
Where anything is possible
Anything is possible and
Everything is probable
Good morning, good night
Gonna win state but probably not tonight
Gonna win state, but probably not tonight

I just bought these shoes yesterday
And now they just my old J's
And now I'm stressed 'bout growin' things
Taking shots in night to the old game
Gaming girls in my bus stop
Banging beats with my table tops
Stunt hard, stunt a lot
Don't need to front with no gold watch
Cause 'ain't nobody known quite
Can roll like me
And I don't need my face on the damn EP
I just need my fam and my bro's on beat
So we can roll low key
Through my hood no heat
Shit just to be young and alive
And I spent my whole pay check
On the biggest dream of my life
They like the rich getting richer
And the gap's getting bigger
And it's, it's hard times read a book
Charles Dickens watch the plot thicken
You're 21 make decisions
Knowin' too damn well what to
Do in this position
Cause some cats just do rap to get payed
And some girls just like guys that's on stage
And this one's for old girl from eigth grade
My number two, top eight on myspace
I've grown a little bit, and had a little fun
No it's not you wanna do
But who you wanna become
And now I know number one with all my bros
Number one
We go for gold, number one, number one
We number one ya

Anything is possible
And everything is probable
Good morning, good night
Gonna win state, but probably not tonight
Probably not tonight
Gonna win state, but probably not tonight

That lust for life it got me going
Like this sweetest love
Nothing like that single life
Fking with those Neema drums
She call my phone like hey
What don't you come my way?
These girls are all the same
Tacos on Broadway
Don't blame me for the way I live
Nobody's innocent it's just the way it is
Enemies with benefit's
Try to get by, sometimes we vibe and get high
Sometimes we waste time and waste our lives
Like life ain't for real, uh fuck it