Natural

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