The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac

Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac

Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback

But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack

The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac

Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac

Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback

But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack

Dreaming every day, I've got a feeling I might stay here

I don't wanna be awake, don't wanna wake up to the same fears

All the same thoughts and all the same hiccups

In the same box gotta make the same pivots

Always about the money, so tired of that shit

I've got a business better run that shit

Better run that, run that, run, run away

From this life, working 9 to 5 every day

Life ain't got no meaning, unless I'm getting paid

Think I'm getting played, unless we're talking streams

Then I'm only getting hate, unless we're talking dreams, but I'm always wide awake

Wish that I could sleep, let my problems fade away

Unless something goes my way, because if something goes my way

Then I know I'm gonna wake up, wake up

The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac

Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac

Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback

But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack

The homies back in Cranbrook in a cul-de-sac

Predicting their next moves like I'm an almanac

Trying to share the game plan like a quarterback

But I had to leave behind my roots like a lumberjack