Coastal Office - Pumpkinhead, Aloe Blacc, Murs

Now this sounds like something that the kids

From the West Coast that jock the East Coast would like

So I guess that means that the kids from West

That jock the East Coast now jock me, psyche

How they all wanna sound like they from Detroit

If you ain’t dope, homeboy, then what’s the point?

You ain’t breaking no ground, you ain’t pushing no limits

Tryna shop yo deal off your mixtape image, ha

Fool, I write like Brian Michael Bendis

Impact left on the game: tremendous

No 12 inches, knowing nothing 'bout the game

Spitting freestyles and bob just to get fame

I’m not bitter, just a little nostalgic

‘Cause these MC’s surviving '93?

I doubt it

The name Murs but your girl call me hers

And I’m out this bitch with PH

I’m getting

I wanna go to where the sun rises

In the morning

And say it ain’t the same

Where the sun stands

And where I’m going

Now this sounds like something that them kids

From the East Coast that sweat the West Coast would like

So I guess that means that them kids from the East

That’s what the West now sweat means (right)

Everybody is a hipster—even the thugs now

They rocking technicolor flags—this shit is bugged out

I stay true to who I am and won’t change

While metrosexual MC’s is F’ing up the game

Y’all lame.

My aim is precise at y’all careers (say something)

I ride through your town like Paul Revere

All adhere to my verse while I’m spitting

My talent’s in a box;

yours doesn’t fit in

On some Hulk Hogan shit, I ate my vitamins

Deep like Leviathan, creeping through Ireland

Tryna win and get gold nuggets like Iverson

PH and Murs—shut the game down, try again

I wanna take you to

Over to where the sun sets

In the evening

Looking for something different

In my life

So I’m leaving, leaving

So ready to go wrong

And I’m leaving

Right now