Socialite swagger at night, all these sins under the stars that I've made. Taking the Lord's name in vain. From Brooklyn to the beach, I'm writing my own lesson plan. Learning through people and their swagger. Don't need to sit down in a classroom to learn history. I'd rather kick it under a bridge in Venice and listen to an old man's story of love and war. Most are under the impression that they need to be handed a piece of paper before they can go out and do anything worthwhile. I know that if I want to open a factory in LA where people can learn from each other and make art, then I best go do it. Not in need of your approval.
This is going to be a good year, no matter what coast I end up on.