I cruise the canyon to get some breeze With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve I like the light and hate the heat But I'll lick the blood right off your street

I'll go where secrets are sold Where roses unfold I'll sleep as time goes by

I hate when people say, Oh, you're just a teenager, or It's hormonal. It's like, if a woman is agitated one day, people go, Oh, she's on her period. That's such garbage. I think I was dealing with a combination of my own inner demons and resentment toward my parents from my earlier days.