Arrested Video (MV)

There's something about a broken heart that makes me write
I'ma get arrested for loving you!

I recognize that wanting to write songs
And take the time to make my words perfect is probably a compensation
For my lack of communication skills
My lack of ability to just say things as I mean them on a daily basis
So I have to stew over my words
Gotta cook them up
Make them right

Off we are

There's a party on the dark side of the island
We made a game cave and I'm inside it
New shit? We trying it
We getting higher
Wire to wire, we starting a fire
Chorus good enough I can say whatever I want
That's freedom of speech, feel like the first of every month
You blame your hard knocks on breaking your last straw
I use my last straw to build my hut

I get hot baby when you call me name, when you come my way, when you say my name
Can you fly, outer space face to face, baby side to side, baby either way

I get through it like 'screw it'
Money and matrimony will come to me (make them right)
It's what life's supposed to be
And what a difference a day makes!
You either here or you're not homie, basic
Sweet sets, patch kids, heat checks; how I get over rejects
I met this girl on beaches, I click with her the deepest
Hey yo towel down, you fouling harder
The sun ain't blue and you ain't prince Carter
How I got over? I made heat a martyr
Damn, if only his fam had him
When they come at me, I throw mammy, dad, and Sam at 'em
And I'll support you if you support me
Get over. Bring the heat

When I'm alone too long, ohhh
I feel sunburnt. Laid out. Dark hues
There's a few I listen to
New Person, Same Old Mistakes, Golden Cage, Elizabeth
You Were Born To Play That Part, Cold Desert
Only In Dreams, Too Weak To Ramble
Return of the "G", I Obsess, Gorgeous
SLO Mis and Revelry, Slow It Down
Shout out to all of my idols, all the misery that they share us in
Barons of Embarrassment

We the baddest motherf*ckers driving in the Caldecott Crawl
Every time the cop's called, everybody's jaw drop
I'm standing on the rooftop trying to see my scene
Emphasize categorically that's my scene
No remix it's perfect you knew it when you heard it
Bags laid flat! Smokin' shit from way back putting islands on the map I'ma love Blake for that
I transcribed your rhymes and read wines. Caymus
I'm the Champagne of the rap game and names
Can somebody remind me why your famous?
Did you have to cheat? If you did, suck a dick. Bon Apetit
I'm just a Californian on the west coast of everything