(It’s my imagination on the air)
(What do you feel like when you hear a song by awbvious?)
(I love awbvious’s music)
(Right, but don’t you feel like that creates…)
(Uh, tension between… um?)
(He’s talking about… uh, well…)
(Well, he’s talkin’ about I had sex with… okay maybe not that either…)
(But he’s talkin’ about) (obscurity in SD) (maybe he wants to see himself deceased)

Much doubt, to live and dive in S.D. (California)
No matter what none says about San Diego
That’s why’s only place for me (it never rains in Southern California)

To live and dive in S.D. where everyday we be strivin’ to be
I don’t know how it is for you, just know how it is for me
One of these days, I’m gonna start currency chasin’
In the meantime, just nugs and gigs I’m wastin’
Shed tears ‘cause I ain’t got no one close to heart
Got a cat for a friend to reach in the dark, weak hearted ‘bout it
Lost all my human friends bein’ codependent on ‘em
Blind to livin’ my mom’s role, while lookin’ for her, a hard lesson
Psychotherapy got me guessin’, I’m learnin’
Another option from solitude so I’m yearnin’, cost me more
To be alone than with the right girlfriend
Makin’ nuttin off all these words writin’ again
Learn to not think ahead, creates time for my pen
Fuck workin’ on the resume, write another scene
What’s the worst they can do to a devil, lost in ignominy
To live and dive in SD, unseen, I alone sing

To live and dive in S.D, it’s the place I’ll stay (and I alone go)
Don’t come down here to know it, I’d prefer you stayed away (to live and dive in S.D.)
To live and dive in S.D, it’s the place I’ll stay (and I alone go)
Don’t come down here to know it, I’d prefer you stayed away (love S.D.)

I grew up in Orange County, in constant danger
Of losin’ my soul like ‘nother, third-wave-punk skater
Full of fakeness like a soap opera, in the burb
Watchin’ the bleached blond surfer-fuckin’girls—I don’t surf
So many rich kids gettin’ tutors to get in stan’ or yale
Not me, but no “UC” commutin’ from hell, so no “I”
“SD” home now, my vis art degree’s a joke now
Still makin’ min. wage, so I can’t smile
Writin’ to no peoples, tried online, puttin’ pictures
Women ignore me though I’d never call ‘em … hahaha
Better learn to get off and by a-v-i’s and m-p-g’s
All that soft-core jpeg shit I left with puberty please
I love Cali like I love women
Even if it has been quite a while since last I got some of me in ‘em
Been in two fights my whole life, even then threw not a fist
I only beat up myself if ever I get pissed
To live and dive in S.D.

To live and dive in S.D, it’s the place I’ll stay (and I alone sing) (go)
Don’t come down here to know it, I’d prefer you stayed away (and I alone go)
To live and dive in S.D, it’s the place I’ll stay (to live and dive in S.D.)
Don’t come down here to know it, I’d prefer you stayed away

Sure as hell couldn’t be S.D. without Mexicans
Negro amor, latino orgullo, en el barrio otra vez
‘Publicans tryin’ to see us all broke, the same old bullshit
Out for everything they owe, remember the day
When our elected mayors managed to stay
All politics bore us so we’ve all lost our way
Bullshits bein’ told, no truth in that hood
But don’t trust a Rep’ and it’s all good, where the weed at?
We all gettin’ shermed out
Like Dylan, all must get stoned out, how I be
Roger and Zapp with the bounce and turn
It up on the one nine-one ‘yota speaker workin
Got Euc’ know peeps down wit’ me sangin’ down street
Can’t afford hash so they stash just as green as me
Don’t knows no one’s name it’s all the same to you
A nod and look of respect will more than do
Creep to the studio apartment where I live to flee
Gettin’ high, watchin’ time fly, to live and dive in S.D.
(And I alone sing)

To live and dive in S.D, it’s the place I’ll stay (and I alone sing) (go)
Don’t come down here to know it, I’d prefer you stayed away (and I alone go)
To live and dive in S.D, it’s the place I’ll stay (to live and dive in S.D.)
Don’t come down here to know it, I’d prefer you stayed away (and I alone sing)

Could go for nine-zero point three or ninety-eight nine
But no radio stations ‘til start bumpin’ my shit
More Dre, more ‘pac, less faked up bullshit moneyed-platinum, hehe
Could go out to all the magazines that supported me
Not-yet-met motherfuckers
Still survivin’ off mom and pop’s house
The unreal equity values of O.C.
S.D., California Love, and for ‘Pac and Dre too
And gay people rock