Oakland heading into Frisco
Days like this, life feels so simple
Days like this I feel like driving
Music way up, windows down, I'm vibing
Bracing for impact but none is in sight
I'm suspended up high in the air so light
Grey beams of concrete and steel encase this unrealness
City skyline can you feel this?
Like a shooting star in a galaxy of cars I accelerate 
left lane headed for wherever
When is all this gonna end hope never
Not a cloud in the atmosphere love the Cali weather
Paid my tolls, my dues, my bills, and the taxman
All my money gone like dots to a pacman
But I don't fret
The day well homie it ain't done yet
Cause it's only half past three
Chillin as the CHP zoom swiftly right past me
Radio on but I'm tuned in my own brain
No plan in mind but it's OK
Oakland heading into Frisco
Days like this, life feels so simple
Days like this I feel like driving
Music way up, windows down, I'm vibing